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In the beginning

a thought began writing to a page, after agreeing with the page about being written on of course. The thought began to wander as it was apt to do but the page kept a constant reminder as to the purpose of the new born journey. "What should I write" the thought continued, vaguely in focus with its purpose.The thought paused as the words that were forming took on dimensional content. "Ah, the words, they are so rich and full. I have never experienced such rapture! They swirl around in a tornado of blurred activity and then suddenly fix themselves to the page. The page is so willing and anxious to accept them. Its purpose becoming fulfilled with each new letter, each letter flowing like an airial highway desending into a thought. "How facininating, to reach into the breath of the air and retrieve something that was not there a moment ago and yet, in less then an instant of time channels through these fingers and onto this page. To feel the unbroken connection to the origin and without understanding........understand! The thought began to open. New thoughts backed up on previous thoughts as a cascade of words poured out onto the page. Words and thoughts began to blur and


after you are finished reading....you may add the next part to the story if you like by emailing me with your input. I will review it and add it to the story. The story updates on a" first come- first served" basis so you must check its progress to see		In the beginning a thought began writing to a page, after agreeing with the page about being written on of course. The thought began to wander as it was apt to do but the page kept a constant reminder as to the purpose of the new born journey. "What should I write" the thought continued, vaguely in focus with its purpose.The thought paused as the words that were forming took on dimensional content. "Ah, the words, they are so rich and full. I have never experienced such rapture! They swirl around in a tornado of blurred activity and then suddenly fix themselves to the page. The page is so willing and anxious to accept them. Its purpose becoming fulfilled with each new letter, each letter flowing like an airial highway desending into a thought. "How facininating, to reach into the breath of the air and retrieve something that was not there a moment ago and yet, in less then an instant of time channels through these fingers and onto this page. To feel the unbroken connection to the origin and without understanding........understand! The thought began to open. New thoughts backed up on previous thoughts as a cascade of words poured out onto the page. Words and thoughts began to blur and
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