Why do we, humans as a whole, write? Many have answered this question but none of them seem to completely agree. For this reason I have found that writing is among the few real wonders of our human-ness. Every culture has a style entirely there own, scribbling meaningless runes across the paper, and when they finish it has a meaning as profound as the one who wrote it. This being so, writing is what one could call the entire embodiment of all humans and the civilization that they surround themselves with.
Like the great pyramids of Giza, writing can fill the viewer with awe and wonder. The cover of a book is filled with mystery and suspense that dares the reader to enter in the same way the pyramids draw in grave robbers and explores. But then as the book opens and the story within begins to unravel an intense feeling of empowerment and knowledge sweeps over the reader. The true power of all ancient wonders and books alike does not lie on the outside, but within.
Seeking these wonders is never easy, often they lie in harsh and difficult areas where many work so hard to avoid. But those who dare to venture and take the leap of faith, the writings of the past can prove to be more rewarding than any ancient treasure. And to write these wonders has rewards beyond that. The names of those who write are immortalized in the minds of all those who see or hear of the greatness that they created. Like the great pharaohs and high priest, the writers of truth and fiction, the present and the past control what is and what will be. And for that reason we write.
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