As for home, it has been naught but an idea ever since we left. You can't touch ideas, much less damage them. To me Lebanon is perfect and always will be. It's a beautiful thing. And no bullets or missiles are going to change that idea.
Other than that, I've been quite concerned with the idea of beauty as of late. Not physical, but artistic and poetic. I haven't written much through this period as I'm not sure what or how to write. I found a key ingredient for the next recipe, though... simplicity. I think one of the most beautiful tools the writer can use is simplicity. Take this by Edgar Allen Poe into consideration:
TO FRANCES S. OSGOOD
Thou wouldst be loved - then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, Thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love - a simple duty.
This is one of the simplest, most beautiful things I've ever read. I want to write something that simply beautiful. Or, beautifully simple.
It all depends on how you look at it. You could see this war as the end of home; I don't. And you could complicate matters and write complexly. I won't.
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