Writing a book is painful. Words, said Timothy Leary, are a freezing of reality. Before I put the chapter down on paper it is infinite, liquid-like and emerging. The second I pick one of the infinite possible turns of phrase — it becomes frozen.
For every word I chose — a thousand others are rejected. How much more of a human violation it is when I freeze another person into what they are at a particular moment. Worse yet we usually freeze people into their moments of fall and failure. To freeze another person into in their moment of slippage or stumble is a great failure of love.
marc gafni
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