In Thought of Being, Nature and Self at Six A.M.
It is in the morning fog that the earth washes away its collected grime. The spring air catches the first zephyr of the day and even the sounds of nature itself pervert the blissful contemplation that one seems to find there. In this silent repose, some inner dawn splashing light on petty things brings forth what one can only hope to be true serenity and understanding. In this we should feel humbled by our own lack of understanding for what small actions do comprise our fundamental selves.
As a writer in any means, one should never string two or more words together; no matter how gilded and insightful they may be; unless they know with one hundred percent truth that they will not be thrown together solely to fill a page, in essence to fill the silence. Words have the force of meaning, and misguided meaning leads only to great falsehoods.
Strive to simplify yourself. Stop for a mere moment when you feel most busy and look outside of yours