Suppose someone gave you a pen - a sealed, solid-colored pen.

 

You couldn't see how much ink it had. It might run dry after the first few tentative（试验性的） words or last just long enough to create a masterpiece(or several) that would last forever and make a difference in the scheme of things. You don't know before you begin. Under the rules of the game, you really never know. You have to take a chance!

 

And of what would you write: Of love? Hate? Fun? Misery¹? Life? Death? Nothing? Everything? Would you write to please just yourself? Or others? Or yourself by writing for others? Would your strokes be tremblingly timid or brilliantly bold? Fancy with a flourish or plain? Would you even write? Once you have the pen, no rule says you have to write. Would you sketch²? Scribble³? Doodle or draw? Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all, even if they were there? Or are they?

 

There's a lot to think about here, isn't there?

　

Now, suppose someone gave you a life...

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