Say it again.

Everything has been done before, and many times this is a very true statement. Even so, this should never stop you from creating your art with your words, because you’re part of a history of writers and beings and cultures.

The world hasn’t been jotted down with your eyes yet. What is now happening can be found in the past, and this is also true in writing. Sometimes this blocks my imagination from going out there. Often this hinders my growth.

I think of The Moon landing. Humans went to the moon back in the 1960s and haven’t been back since the Apollo missions. The men rolled around space within a sheet of metal, with technology that doesn’t even compare to that inside of a smart phone. And again with that said, they went, they survived, and it still blows my mind that people just like me have walked upon the surface of The Moon, and returned home again, back to Earth, after being lost in space. 

Sometimes technology and our history holds us back from going places again, with new eyes, with that history like a tool to remind us what we need and don’t need, allowing us to get further out than last time.

The astronauts of our past couldn’t rely on their technology like we can today, and I wonder if an Apollo 13 crisis happened today if the men would survive? In many ways as a culture we have grown so close that we’ve forgotten some of our born-with and genetic instincts. Conformity has been overlooked in the way it’s shaping my culture as well as the future that will be the time of those that aren’t yet born. 

Is there such a thing as too much technology, technology that isn’t ready yet to make the choices for survival? For technology doesn’t make mistakes, but humans do, and humans make technology, therefore technology will make human mistakes.

People can let go of the technology that is designed to die, to push on and live. Technology is human, and sometimes we must shed it naturally as we do our baby teeth, and grow fangs and use our intuition, our feet and hands and eyes and evolution, remembering that we’ve been genetically programmed with the will to live; a type of organic spirit that gets us further out towards the horizon that as human we shall always venture out upon. 

Writing is no different. We go. We’ve already gone. I think of quotes. Quotes that we say great writers own, and we source them as the master of saying it.

Many of my friends have posted throughout social media, this quote by Jack Kerouac, written in 1957, in his novel, On The Road. 

“The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.”

Thomas Wolfe, whose birthday it was yesterday typed (decades earlier) that:

 “All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travelers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.”

The point isn’t that Jack said the same thing as Wolfe. But that he said it again, in a different way, as writers and all people, as all Humans that go out there for adventure must.

Say it again, because it will always need to be said again. The living have always lived. Write the same books again, and I promise you they’ll be original, because they came from you, during your time, and never again will there ever be a person that you are… but you…and now. 

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