“I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity.”
― Brian Helgeland, A Knight’s Tale
Why are writers so great and yet so unbalanced? That’s pretty simple, some of us are and some of us aren’t. Some of us enjoy the order and regimented way that language is meant to be pieced together to create words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, and entire scripts. Others among us don’t even know where the story is going to take them or what the next sentence is going to bring. There’s a fine line between that chaos and order that exists on the page. The blank spaces between the lines usually tell the story of the writer’s mental state, the gist of the story they’re not telling, and the method behind the madness.
Why are we dangerous? Because our words tend to last a lot longer than most. Where a person might speak the words that we write, might give voice to something that will make our written words seem almost unneeded, the words themselves will last a great deal longer than those that speak them. Whether we decide to flatter or flay the subject we’re speaking about, the words we pen as writers will forever torture or inspire those that read them.
We’re valuable because of this, we’re invaluable in a sense that we are the ones that seem to know how to pen the words in a way that will mean something when everything comes crashing down. We’re those that have put our mark on the world in a way that stands a better chance of surviving when everyone that walks the earth today is nothing but dust in the wind. Whether our words are bits of code in a writing program or actual words inked upon a page, we’re here to stay so long as our works are preserved.
Ah, there’s the rub. Our works need to be preserved to matter, to be a part of society as it rolls along. But like it or not, we are the storytellers, the scribblers, the architects of how society will be rebuilt in one way or another should it ever fail. We’re the imagination behind the building of a new era if people are being honest, as a storyteller with an imagination will always be present within society in one way or another.
We’re the ones that reform the world in the image that people wish to see, so yes, we are both dangerous, and valuable. But we’re also the natural wonders of the world that ask for nothing while we give everything to those that wish to see the wondrous and fantastical.
We’re the writers, and we’re just one reason among many why civilization as we know it continues onward.