I found myself realizing how inherently boring literature is. In the end, what is it but black squiggles on a pale surface? So my duty as a writer is then to painstakingly arrange these squiggles as best as I know how, and to transport my audience as viscerally as I possibly can.
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Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha 
Love this.
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Thanks! 🙂
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Your first 2 sentences raised my hackles. The third one hit home.
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Haha! Sorry for the bait and switch! I was just trying to be honest about the obligation I feel, not attack the medium itself.
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It’s almost like magic …
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If they’re meaningless squiggles that transport us to different worlds, I would venture to say that books might be magic spells…. 🙂
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