Every bit as much as I love writing, I love not writing. Each love illuminates, energizes, and inspires the other. Each is an indispensable part of the other. Each is the other. To put it another way, I couldn’t love writing if I didn’t also love not writing. I say this because it’s impossible to remove some love and leave the rest. Love is indivisible. It is whole. In the same way, I can’t love you, and not love someone who is lost, and who may never find his way; I can’t not love someone even if he is hated and reviled by all of the world. Were I to take part in that hatred, my love would no longer be love. This is why I write. It’s also why I don’t.
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