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The Hope in Heavenly Writing 

Writing is often a circular form of nostalgia. We are exposed so much to these great words and phrases and in settings of great reverence in academia during our times of youth and joy, and when we read these words again, we believe we are appreciating good writing, when in reality we are turn back to those days when there was no responsibility and when freedom was ever present. Or we take on new horizons, using words with definition untamed and not finite and reach towards the heights of heavenly prose.

And then we take a look at these words again, we see that through them we are simply seeing and feeling our own memories, which has nothing to do with the book or prose itself, which has become a way of remembering myself in circular nostalgia.

Then, comes the true writer who sits and speaks of something new, a horizon beyond yours and mine, beyond any one's at all, to which we aspire to reach, one day, and in no retrospect but the love of things that never fade away.

Onward writers, now away from the days before, and the high school years that make us take steps forward back; come and let us find the treasure of treasures, the light buried beyond us or inside of us. We must now find out for ourselves. Come and let us write and see what is beyond this little circle of memories.

Armen Leo Artashesian