A few of my heroes have died within the past few years. It really has me thinking. Kurt Vonnegut, Joe Baegent, and the guy who said God is dead. These men were great writers. Their writing will be with us for many years. Yet, now, they are no longer producing new material. They are forever gone from this world in the form as we knew them.
Does that mean there is room for me to write my own crazy ideas? Have they, by their deaths, given me unstated permission to take over in their stead? Their writing spoke to me as if I were writing it myself. Imagine if I could write as well as they. Imagine if my words could make an impact on the minds of humans around the world. Now that they are no longer writing, maybe it is my turn to share insights that they might have missed. Maybe just repeating the wonderful insights they shared would be enough.
I'll stew on these questions all the while with a burning desire to spread true knowledge in a manner empowering to all people who apply it. There is a will and a way, so I mostly need consistency and probably a large flame under my behind.
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