I
learned something today. Actually, a
few things.
Or at least, I
sort of learned a few things today. It was also part realization.
Anyway.
You call yourselves
writers.
Which, I suppose, is true in the sense that you use
words.
But not in the sense that it gives a decent description of the type of
wordsmithing that occurs around here.
So, some of you resort to calling yourselves
artists.
Which, I suppose, is true in the sense that you
create.
But you do
so much
more.
Really, you are
alchemists and you are
craftsmen. You dip in to the
swirling abstract, the powerful
ocean of intangibility, pull it in to yourself, and build something real, something firm, something here, now.
You
gain skill at doing so.
Mastery and
personal touch.
You are magicians, and I will always see this as the reason why
pens and
pencils look so much like
wands.
Also, I realized that I will always trust artists more than I trust
psychiatrists. I would trust my sanity and my well being with any one of you long before I would trust it with any one of the “experts”.
This is because I think that people who tend to think they can use
chemicals to
make people better tend to think of people in chemical terms, and I learned today that a person, if they were to be melted down into their separate, individual chemicals, would be worth
less than five dollars.
I have a tendency to believe that
life is
priceless, and that there is
more to the
story than the story’s
parts. You alchemists, you creators have a tendency to as well.
For this, I thank you.