Have you ever really contemplated the intimate and powerful nature of writing?

Question

As I write this, a part of me enters you. My words penetrate. You open your mind to me like a woman opens herself to her lover. If I’m good, my words caress you, excite you, and bring you joy. I slip into you - filling your mind with my own most private essence (my thoughts). The tap, tap, tap of my typing is a sort of rhythmic thrusting; if I’m good my rhythms bring joy to both of us. Ultimately a part of my essence flows into you, carrying the seeds of potential new life. I impregnate you from the core of my being. Like the genes from a lover’s body, the memes from my mind pass meaning from my life to yours. A part of me and a part of you combine and something new grows within you. In the end you give birth to a new idea, a new emotion, a new perspective on an old memory, and possibly a whole of way of experiencing the world. The best writers make love; the worst simply rape. Blessed be the good ones! Now I lay back, my energies spent, and I wonder: Was it good for you?

Vee thinks I need to get laid, and worries about the “plot” of my musings. I certainly don’t object to her prescription! But her concern for the adequacy of my sex life, along with her puzzlement concerning “plot” leads me to think that she missed the deeper point of my question. So I will try to be more blunt: I’m suggesting that communication from one mind to another is an UTTERLY AMAZING sort of thing, and I’m wondering if others have noticed this. Our thoughts are the most personal and private things we can imagine, and yet we routinely SHARE them – not only with family, friends, or lovers, but with hundreds, thousands, or even millions of strangers every day. This is even more true for average people today with the rise of the internet. We do, in a sense, “impregnate” each other every day, but since it seems so routine, we lose sight of the amazingly intimate and powerful nature of this sharing. At any moment, we can change the word in ways we may never know.

Answer 1

Beautifully expressed :-) To me, words clothe our thoughts, ideas, and concepts and give them form in order to convey them to others, to present them as gifts to be shared. Radiating our thoughts to a receptive mind can result in communion of minds, a consummation much like the intimate, erotic way you describe. Communion on any level, whether it be physical, emotional, mental or spiritual results in a stimulating sense of oneness. A thing of beauty.

Answer 2

I suppose it was a 7 on a scale of 1-10. I actually had to r4ead it twice, first time as an average reader, then the second time I had to open my mind and absorb. I feel what you are saying and you put it quite well. Some will not be able to uderstand what you are trying to get across. Some are not enlightened enough. Not to insult anyone out there, it is just a wordly fact. As you can observe from the comments above.
Good writing.

Answer 3

I have but not so much in the romantic context that you convey. I am rather considered a writting Master which unlike your point is a reference to my understanding the ways and means, on down to the history of Chancery or formal penmanship!

There is a further point of musing here, relating back to Japan. Here in the West it is found romantic to think that the Pen is mightier than the Sword. In the East the Pen or Brush is merely the other side of the Sword which is even Zen theory.

So yes , I applaud your notion of making love with the word, but do not dismiss the anti-thesis as merely rape the pen can very much be lethal!

Answer 4

The warmest star was split in two. This sliver of my body: my twin is missing. If she were beside me she could sew me up.
I am my own son, born from my own dream: this dream keeps going. Asleep. Don't look for the springs anywhere but in my blood. Don't follow the river upstream. The beggining is the end. My family tree is a single word. Alone.
Abraham the cabalist sat the children down around him in a circle of light. He taught them to draw letters. "The first of them is "A": any letter can be made from its lines and its sound encompases every bit of music. If you learn to draw the letter "A" you will possess the worlds secrets." This is what Abraham the cabalist told the children seated in a circle of light under creations tree of knowledge.

Answer 5

Gently she quivered and her hands stretched out forward and clinched the white satin sheets. Her neck was drawn back and arched and suddenly a gasp of air is whispered gently through her notstril. Still I continued strong and vibrant hotter by the minute and a scream of joy overpowered us.
"Are you okay she asks" with a smile

Jim was inchoerent as he caught his breath

" Give me a minute I need a Cold Beer to cool down. You sure love your shooling", He smirked with a brim of light and smile.

Answer 6

But words are things, and a small drop of ink
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

Don Juan, Canto III, verse LXXXVIII
Lord Byron

Answer 7

Not a chance encounter, but a moment in time. It was predestined..Your words I absorbed; I tremble and undulate, I am so enthralled with what you say, I can feel your words rushing from your fingers, to my brain and to my heart. My blood rushes, my fingers tingle as I respond in tandem grasping every word that ejaculates from your fingers; invaginating the sweet essence of your words with my mind. It compels me to bring forth images and creations created by our encounter, nurtured by our creation. It was most excellent for me. To you I lift my Disaronno!

Answer 8

Ya, met your kind once on the net. Fell for it and went to Florida to be married...you were nothing like in person that you were in type.

Your good though might be a fabulous career in that field.

Answer 9

Seems to me you are more enamored with yourself and
how you affect others. And not so much focused on others
feelings and thoughts. I think your on a power trip and you
sound like a blood sucking vampire

Answer 10

Your question, itself, was very enlightening. Yes, I have--and I can add little, if anything, to the eloquent way you stated it. It is obvious that you know the power of words.