Make it worth watching

“…You’ve seen your birth your life and death 
You might recall all of the rest 
Did you have a good world when you died? 
Enough to base a movie on?..”-The Doors(excerpt from ‘The Movie’)

Writing is harder than it looks when you want it to look easy.

The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy who hankers after fame has no idea what fame is. The thing that gives our every move its meaning is always totally unknown to us.
— Milan Kundera, from The Unbearable Lightness of Being (translated by Michael Henry Heim)
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When you want to know:

“The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.” - Ken Kesey

Tags: lit
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”- Gary Provost
We are but a moment’s sunlight, fading on the grass…”
- Jefferson Airplane

Life

The beginning and the end are the same in the middle. 
And where does the middle begin and end? 
There are no beginnings and there are no endings, 
just middle through and through.

Tags: prose