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你又會(huì)用筆寫下些什么呢：愛？恨？喜？悲？生？死？虛無(wú)？萬(wàn)物？你寫作只是為了愉己？還是為了悅?cè)耍恳只蚴墙杼嫒藭鴮懚浼海磕愕穆涔P會(huì)是顫抖膽怯的，還是鮮明果敢的？你的想象會(huì)是豐富的還是貧乏的？甚或你根本沒有落筆？
Suppose someone gave you a pen - a sealed, solid-colored pen.
You couldn't see how much ink it had. It might run dry after the first few tentative words or last just long enough to create a masterpiece(or several) that would last forever and make a difference in the scheme of things. You don't know before you begin. Under the rules of the game, you really never know. You have to take a chance!
And of what would you write: Of love? Hate? Fun? Misery? Life? Death? Nothing? Everything? Would you write to please just yourself? Or others? Or yourself by writing for others? Would your strokes be tremblingly timid or brilliantly bold? Fancy with a flourish or plain? Would you even write? Once you have the pen, no rule says you have to write. Would you sketch? Scribble? Doodle or draw? Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all, even if they were there? Or are they?
There's a lot to think about here, isn't there?
Now, suppose someone gave you a life...
