I took this picture the other day while sitting on the riverbank next to where I live.

I’d like to share this poem with you. It’s one of my favorites:

One cannot stay on the summit forever –
One has to come down again.
So why bother in the first place? Just this.
What is above knows what is below –
But what is below does not know what is above

One climb, one sees-
One descends and sees no longer
But one has seen!

There is an art of conducting one’s self in
The lower regions by the memory of
What one saw higher up.

When one can no longer see,
One does at least still know.

Rene Daumal

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Hi!

My friend Ray and I are starting this creative writing blog as a “sandbox” of writing examples. It’s something we’re doing just for fun and for practice and whatever else it can do. Please read freely, leave comments, show your friends, and most importantly enjoy!

We are still constructing this site, so do expect some design changes to happen often!

Cheers,
WB and Ray