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I use to believe,as a human being,the act of creating evolved from a myriad of reasons;dialogues with our spirit/soul,the angst, the momentary ahs,whys,a feeling or the not of feeling.Or simply because I was sparked by the color of red on black. But, I woke one morning and this thought arrived at my fingertips. "The act of creation,not the other way around......makes me human." With some bemusement,I realized my existential prankster has set me up for a long walk in the act of creating.
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