Thursday 24 February 2011

Short Excerpt.

And then I began to see pictures in my mind. They were exquisite pictures, plucked at random from the seemingly infinite reel of a rosy future, the sort of pictures whose only value is in their own self-contained reality. Rarely do they constitute anything more than a poor shadow of their ultimate expression which always falls short of, exceeds, or alters the original. But see them we do. And so we should; because it is only through our capacity to meditate, dream and visualise that we can create our own reality, uncorrupted by external forces.

4 comments:

Della said...

From your novel?

JJ said...

No, the novella (rhymes with Della! Whee...)

I was feeling tired and lazy yesterday, but felt inclined to say something like that and it was easier to copy and paste it. Not ego, therefore, just laziness. I won't be making a habit of it.

Della said...

No, make a habit of it, it's writing that inspires. Better than going off the rails..

JJ said...

Too late, Della. I've been off the rails for years.