I open my mind, close my hand and transpose my thoughts to paper, sometimes without them even passing through my conscious thought train. I open my heart and pour poems. I open my brain and leak theories. And if I can refute them in a day, so be it. That only leads to new ideas, greater ideas.
Thoughts build upon thoughts.
There is a starting point in everything. The lower I begin, the more I will feel like I accomplished. And when I m on my deathbed I hope to have my life s work in front of me, so I can leaf through my mind, decade by decade, and say to myself, My, how you ve grown. Go to English 494 Syllaweb . Back to Student Writings .