People are cynical about writers. They say, “How can he know so much about life or the world if they sit in a room until the dawn, scribbling in journals?” They say, “What is the worth of reading another’s words when that time could be spent in Real life?”
Existence is perception, emotion, insight, instinct and intellect. If one has the ability to understand and put into words the feelings, experiences, and meanderings of the human mind; lessons uncovered and mysteries solved, what right does an inactive mind in the physical world have to criticize one who masters insight? Is it not naive to underestimate the power of words, the power of language, and the wisdom that comes from making intangible thoughts tangible?
Mr. Wilde clearly knew some ****. ‘Scuse my french, I’m feeling liberated today. ;)