An almost
full moon is shining through the trees as I type this – as I take my time to
try to make a whole, full, and finished paragraph – and its light looks like it
might be good luck for my writing. It’s a complete moon, and I want to make a
complete piece of writing. I want to place words in a suitable order so there’s
an unbroken series of ideas doing their work side by side, in partnership, as
one. The moon in this pre-dawn darkness makes a circle of light, and perhaps my
paragraph can produce a circle of thoughts – a circle that might, in its own
way, shine with the fullness and simplicity of the moon. I think of other
things that are full – this earth full of force and promise, the sea full of
hopeful life – and I hope my small series of phrases and sentences may be full
of its own kind of influential life. Even if I am the only person who will read
my paragraph, perhaps it will shine as I say the words silently, shine like
something in good shape and strong, the unbroken and undamaged thoughts of one
man on a very early moonlit morning.
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