Marvel in an Endless Stream Of Awe

Why do I write, I though to myself, do I write to heal the wounds of others, or maybe my own? Do I write to wield power over the minds of the curious few, the few who hold in their hands the tools to save our future? Maybe I write to feel productive, or strong, or anything. Maybe I don't write for the feeling, maybe I write to save lives. No, I write for my master work