X — Deuxième Partie

 

I bought my first book just a few hours ago, after having not read a printed medium for more than ten years. It could have been more than ten years, I never can tell, when the Internet takes a major part of one’s quotidian, besides I do not live there.

I have not forgotten how much I enjoyed the feeling of the roughness of paper in the hands, the grammage, the scent, the grit. The pages smelled of ink, the texture felt comforting, and the words seemed to sometimes dance but it would need your imagination to feel it. To remember this experience, one reads a plethora of books, sometimes stashed away after the third chapter.

I do hope at least, with this title, I’ll finish it awake.

If you write stories that people want to read, you will have the audience for a best-seller, but if you write something the public isn't interested in, no matter if it was a Pulitzer or an award winning, it wouldn't be that which could be.

So, write, irrespective of the audience. Write foremost for yourself. You can always decide later, after enough editing, to implore an affair with a publisher. It was quite daunting when every propaganda was pushing towards greening of the planet. The planet has always been green, but pushing an agenda for the purpose of profit is tediously evil. 

How wonderfully wicked. Being a good human is a lifetime journey to achieve. To be human is such a Utopian idea. So, what are you? If you weren’t conditioned to think that you are that you are.

I love the scent of paper, real cellulose from trees that have felled for the joys of experiencing the meditation between art, and life. To give life to even the most remote of things; to read the vibrations of the writer, her intentions of conceiving the words, carefully selected to precisely nudge a feeling of bliss in the Kingdom, of the Heavens. One must be honest with oneself, at least with oneself. And then ask, from God, or from the many other worlds, that which stirs from within, the appropriate intention.

I haven’t heard from him, even before mother’s passing. He is a very busy man, yet he is as young as I or maybe slightly older. I’m always younger, since I’m ageless.

Is there anything to be gained in a world of learning – can we be saved from not assisting each other? I asked him to assist me, with the intention of repaying him the seed with equity, since creation has never ceased to finish.

To restructure the events, we need to reconsider the resonance.

I turned to the first page of the book written by Emi Yagi.

God knows I require the means to courageously live. To help others, it is necessary to differentiate that which is trustworthy to prosper – to be selective and critical, one must be able to be cold, heartless, and indifferent.

Wouldn’t you like to see me cruel?

Is that why being eternally grateful is essential. These words were intended to be a first page for a book that I intended to write as a biography, however I do not believe it is wrong if I print it online and set aside the idea of creating the biography. I’ll leave it for another season.

So, I’ve asked him for at least a seed. Will he remember who gave him the opportunity when he needed it when he first started? If I haven't mentioned you I am being kind. 

Project X

Un résumé des premiers paragraphes — Le texte évoque l'expérience de lire un livre imprimé après une longue période sans avoir lu de supports imprimés. L'auteur se souvient de l'odeur, de la texture et de la sensation des pages dans les mains. Il exprime l'espoir de finir ce livre, contrairement à de nombreux autres qu'il a abandonnés après quelques chapitres. L'auteur encourage également à écrire pour soi-même plutôt que de se soucier du public, car écrire pour un public qui n'est pas intéressé ne mènera pas au succès. Il critique la propagande en faveur de l'écologisation de la planète, la considérant comme un agenda visant à faire du profit. Enfin, l'auteur se questionne sur la notion d'humanité et conclut en exprimant son amour pour l'odeur du papier.

J'ai acheté mon premier livre il y a quelques heures à peine, après ne pas avoir lu de support imprimé depuis plus de dix ans. Cela aurait pu durer plus de dix ans, je ne saurais jamais dire, quand l'Internet occupe une grande partie de son quotidien, d'ailleurs je n'y habite pas.

Je n'ai pas oublié à quel point j'ai apprécié la sensation de rugosité du papier dans les mains, le grammage, l'odeur, le grain. Les pages sentaient l'encre, la texture était réconfortante et les mots semblaient parfois danser, mais il faudrait votre imagination pour le ressentir. Pour se souvenir de cette expérience, on lit une pléthore de livres, parfois rangés après le troisième chapitre.

J'espère au moins, avec ce titre, que je vais finir éveillée.

Si vous écrivez des histoires que les gens veulent lire, vous aurez le public pour un best-seller, mais si vous écrivez quelque chose qui n'intéresse pas le public, qu'il s'agisse d'un Pulitzer ou d'un lauréat, ce ne serait pas ce qui pourrait être. Alors, écrivez, quel que soit le public. Écrivez avant tout pour vous-même. Vous pouvez toujours décider plus tard, après suffisamment d'édition, de solliciter une liaison avec un éditeur.