The Dreaded Blank Piece of Paper!
I write this in lieu of doing my homework… for some reason I can never get around to doing it and it’s mostly for the reason stated in the title of this post. The blank sheet of paper! Writers and artists alike are both phased by this horrible implement. So many possibilities and it’s all ready time to stop. You can’t get any farther on this blank and limitless canvas. I don’t know the reasons behind it, but a lot of times it’s harder to write when you have a subject in mind than it is to just write about nothing.
I suppose that’s what I’m literally doing in this post, writing about nothing. The nothing on the paper, the nothing in our minds. Paper can unlock a vast world of imagination, yet we can never open ourselves to this paper… sounds odd doesn’t it? It’s only in writing about nothing do we find the something we wanted to write about, so as opposed to Rush’s philosophy, we do get something from nothing.
This universal something is an amazing specticle, for it is completely our own, it wasn’t shaped or formed by anyone else. In that sense, we have become the paper and the paper has become us. The paper is an archetype for ourselves, when we see the blank piece of paper brimming with possibilities, sometimes it’s too much for us to handle and we let go of our thoughts and just write some dribble that is needed for a class, but when we let go and just write, the paper and ourselves are given life.
So when you see the blank sheet of paper, don’t see a sheet of paper, see yourself as you want yourself to be. See an infinite nothing, and form it into something, the something of yourself.
Thanks for listening.
“We’re all puppets, I’m just a puppet who can see the strings.”
