As the pen goes, so goes the universe–Daniel Holland’s wisdom on writing
As you hold the pen,
You hold thoughts.
You hold the words of
the Universe.
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What an inspiring thought for a Sunday. Next time I’m wriitng, I’ll think about this. I can imagine asking my pen, “Pen, what thoughts of the universe want to come through you today?”