Writing about Christianity recharged him. Perhaps our writer wasn't careful. He sacrificed his self-worth for solidarity and paginated the sacrifice. But his self-worth had no value, to be sure. To survive in this society, like many others, one had to mind its values. There was simply no escaping it. Not in this iteration. Or you let your life escape you, content to seek the stars and abandon the human project. The joys of human life just weren't worth it to you right now.
Our writer had concerns that his work lacked creativity. Yes, it probably lacked creativity.
Our writer felt recharged though, having been reminded of the human project and all. The human project, he called it. Just nowadays, they were trying to go to the moon and spend a lot of time there. That was the human project. Weird? You bet.
Weird that humankind sought its future in the cosmos while being stuck in one place, as if chasing after some dream of itself, better positioned or array in the stars. He was feeling biblical again. The Bible was really all he knew, no, biblical was what he knew. Biblical things. After all, the Bible is a book, and it pays to write them. It seems like he never had any problems at all.
YOU ARE READING
It pays to write
Short StoryMy efforts at resuming creative writing as a serious hobby. The book is still under edits but published for reader engagement.
