It was bound to happen… I started to write again.
and it made me think about stories and how we write them, and why we write them. But more then that, it made me think of why we read what we read.
Which makes me wonder, if we only read what supports what we have preconceived to be true, and thus our mind never expands beyond the limits we have put upon it, aren’t we just prisoners to our own fear of being wrong?
Read Fearlessly! (if you dare)
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