writers, by nature, must excuse themselves from the party

observation, even neutral observation, must come from a point of separation.  one must remove themselves from the event, step aside, even if temporarily so, in order to reflect upon and in the case of writers, record, the event.  even a thought is an event.  even an emotion.  

there is the event.  and then there’s the writing about it, or the philosophizing about it.  

so much of our lives is not event, but reflection.  perhaps writers even more so.  only in the raw experience of something,  both hearing and feeling our heartbeats while watching our chests rise and fall silently, is there (straight-up, immediate connection to) life.  writing or telling about it is just story.  

perhaps writers perform a service, that of relaying Possibility, but how cool to just Live!  to focus so intensely on the present moment that its not seen in any kind of perspective.  just lived as it comes, as it Is.  without pen or keyboard or camera.  just ones heart.