Suppose someone gave you a pen - a sealed, solid-colored pen.
假如有人送你一支笔，一支不可拆卸的单色钢笔。
You couldn't see how much ink it had. It might run dry after the first few tentative words or last just long enough to create a masterpiece(or several) that would last forever and make a differencein 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? Misery? 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? Onceyou have the pen, no rule says you have to write. Would you sketch? Scribble?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?
