When you're missing a piece of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void, material possessions, a string of relationships, affairs, food. I bear my soul, with words, for all to see. One glance at it and you can hear my voice, even when I shall be dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, our voices shall carry our thoughts, speaking clearly and silently, inside the heads of those who shall come after us. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time - proof that we can work magic. We can work magic indeed.
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