Like a god he grabs his pen and creates his own world. A world of non physical dimensions wherein he is the sole dictator of the happenings, full access to which only him enjoys. You only catch a glimpse via cracks in the wall, cracks deliberately left by him, and superimposed with a glass prism to distort reality into what he wants you to see and believe.
When ever he grabs his pen, he ascends the azure skies into Apotheosis, he becomes the ideal man, he becomes a god. Things become clearer, and thoughts sharper. People look at him and see a glow, they marvel at his ingenuity, they marvel at the wealth of his knowledge, and the enormity of his sagacity. They but adore and worship him. Whenever he drops his pen, he descends from that exalted position to slum with the rest of humanity. He becomes engulfed and swallowed by the intricacies of the complex world of reality.
He becomes a shadow of the god he once was the Critic loses the advantage of observing from the side lines, and the poet, the tranquility that sharpens his muse. The motivational writer, like a mere man, falters and falls. And sometimes he even forgets how to get up, even though with the strokes made by his pen, he had orchestrated beautiful symphonies that helped others back on their feet.
This is the truth! the pen is radioactive,it transmutes us into superhumans. Like a refinery, it sublimates the writer, like an unevenĀ knife edgeĀ it skews the balance between the Jekyll and the Hyde in favour of theĀ Jekyll. What the reader sees and expects of the writer may not be what is obtainable in reality. The pen is like a wormhole through which the writer shuttles back and forth between reality and utopia; what you get depends on which side of the wormhole you meet him.
I am a writer, I am the Jekyll as well as the Hyde. The two are in a constant state of equilibrium in me.Ā Le Chatellier's principleĀ would have it that removal of one would tip the equilibrium towards the removed, while adding more of the other would tip the equilibrium away from the added. So how do I achieve perfection, how do I make my pen-conferred god status permanent? Dilemma!
Yes dilemma, but by crook or by means I would have more of the Jekyll, I would write and write until writing becomes me, for writing is the process of becoming.
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