Some Letters Recycled into a Blog Post

Here's an inspiration killer: Every thing worth writing has already been written. There are so many books out there, so many words in so many books, so many ideas in so many books -- a lot of repetition and redundancy. Every word I write, I get the sense that I’m stealing from words that have already been written. 

This is because every word has already been written. Every word I’m using in this sentence has been used before. Nothing is entirely original. CREATIVITY IS A MYTH!!!  No wait... I’m lying. 

Here’s the uplifting turn in my melancholic blog post: Originality lies in the creative arrangement of things that already exist. It makes me happy to think about the fact that no one has ever written the exact combination of words found in this blog post. Just to guarantee my previous statement is true: Watermelon. Anaconda. Four Seven Six Nine Nine. Morgan Freeman floating in a purple tornado.

 

According to a rule some shaggy-haired guy named Albert made up, everything that exists in this universe is made of matter that has existed since the universe itself began existing, or something rather. This means a carbon atom in my left arm could have once been a part of a real live dinosaur. Who knows. 

Sure all of my atoms are hand-me-downs, but that don't mean I ain't original!