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on writers' block

I've always thought of writers' block as a moment of stymied creativity, an abrupt disconnect between mind and fingers, an abyss into which streams of meaning fall and are lost.

On this particular night I want to write something on a specific topic. I lack a muse, my ears aren't attuned to the words, and I have nothing resembling an inspired idea.

In my mind an entire world seethes. History stretches before and behind, swords are forged and shattered, and everything we take for granted in our own world shines like the crests of a thousand waves under the rising sun.

Attempting to share the images in my mind, I can only bask in the glow of this imagined place, overwhelmed by its sheer magnitude. Uncountable ideas glisten and meld, forming a web so intricate that its beauty is unspeakable.

Now I realize that writers' block might be something more akin to an explosion than a void... a moment of profound omniscience, a realization so large that it cannot be channeled with words.