Writing under candle light is a delightful experience under
a warm glow, illuminating breath in the cold rainy night, the only warmth being
the barely detectable heat from the flickering flame, with only the finger less
woolly gloves providing some comfort and protection against the crippling cold
that wages war on my hand as I attempt to write legibly. I write out of love.
Writing should never be something that doesn't harvest an inner well-being, a
feeling of accomplishment, a sense of achievement. Writing is art; it creates
images and explores the inner depths of our imagination. Words and sentences
should flow and merge together like cogs on a wheel, interconnecting without
hesitation, a thought within a unit of thought, flowing prosaically like poetry
in motion.
Today, writing has become passe This once noble profession has, in times,
been ridiculed, especially by the younger generation, most of whom preferring
interest of a cyber-nature, with text speak, mixed with other colloquial slang,
the preferred choice of communication. Computers have had such a detrimental
effect on the writing profession, diverting many a potential great writer from
his own literary destination. Writing is also a deeply personal thing, because
human intellect is expelled vastly, where as computers do most, if not all, the
thinking. You could argue, however, that man’s intelligence brought computers
into existence. But this is not a true reflection of humanity, and is based on
a small microcosm of the human race. For years to come computers will have a
detrimental effect on human brain development, because of the brain- drain
effect. If humans depend on computers to think and even carry out chores, then,
the only outcome is a human couch potato with a limited supply of brain cells.
