It is kind of ironic to post this old journal entry of mine, but I decided to do it anyway:
Invisibility. These are the words of invisibility. These are words that may never be read by any eyes beyond these. These words are like buried treasure and I may be the only one to ever have the map. I may be the only one who knows the markers and symbols that lead to its discovery.
And so some big questions comes to mind: Is it enough to be invisible? Is it enough to be a cape crusader of words? Must the people know the source by which they were inspired? What if only a handful of people were inspired? What if only a few people were encouraged? Would that be enough?
In cabins and forest glades it is simply enough to be, but being surrounded by troves of technology it all seems to fall short. But it shouldn’t ever fall short, the words themselves should be enough. Invisibility itself should be enough. The life I’ve lived and the pages that I have filled should, in themselves, be enough. But just because it is enough does not mean I will ever cease to write these invisible words. I will write them out and speak of al that is visible beyond myself for the sake of the one who always is.