The Thinker’s Burden

The writer's block exists as a paradox: its immeasurable weight causing terrible strain and fatigue... carriers convinced that there is a Point to which these precious contents (not yet seen) are to be conveyed... then unfolded into some very significant Thing (or Things, as ambition would deem)...

We long for some tangible reassurance (proof) that we are on track with our delivery, while we find our hands and pockets empty; our thoughts in vapid disarray. Irritatingly, we begin to have the impression that we carry this block in our shoe, where worse than a pebble it nags and smarts our soul with every move. It's true, many humans grow callous. Others rip off the trappings to rid themselves of the nuisance without hesitation... while a few bare with it, determined as if to comprehend what all this nagging is about... and as they ponder, they seem to see themselves as if leaving a sort of rocky out crop— a plateau.

The infinitesimal grit is forcing these individuals to go where they wouldn't necessarily venture on their own. They don't go higher, only forward... "up to the end," as it were. The formation (being what it is, "plateau") forces them to descend... into the expanse... that ironic emptiness so full of heat, cold, sand... everything it seems that one does not want... underscoring Need ...leading to Mirage ...and visions of Oasis in the desert... which if perseverance combines with luck, one might actually in fact stumbled upon...

This is the nature, I believe, of the writer's block. It is the Oasis and the Mirage; the Phantom that keeps the thirsty seeking along...

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