All the World’s a Page
Like the residual markings of a pencil, we too shave off an infinitesimal part of ourselves each and every day. We mark this world with our being, however small we may think that is. This earth, this history, our future, we leave our print on this canvas. As we continue to grow, we sharpen ourselves. We become clearer, and more precise versions of us. Better us’s to better mark this infinite page. There is no erasing, no scratching out, no shredding. So, scrawl to your heart’s content. Please doodle in the margins, highlight whatever seems important to you, make a few spelling errors, cause in the end -- no one will ever read the book.