We want to preserve as much as we can, we want to leave behind a legacy; to be remembered. It’s why we carve our names into stone, write our names in the sand.
We’re afraid of being forgotten; we want to exist forever. When we write words, a little bit of our soul seeps into them. The ink dries and our souls live on in each letter. We become immortal; those words will forever belong to us.
Writing preserves us in ink; it gives us a means of living on even when we are no longer present. Our words communicate with our loved ones; our own form of body and presence.
Writing is a form of immortality, we write ourselves onto the page as a means of existing for eternity.
Our souls are never lost.