The writer cannot fully describe the circle by staying in it. They need to get out of it, to look at it from a distance. So, writing is perhaps loneliness. Then again, perhaps it is the opposite. Perhaps it is being in a crowd.
Some would go crazy without writing. We call these people ‘real writers’. There is only one job that they can do – and that is to write. To see things that nobody else sees, to build things that nobody else imagines, to be ready when that glorious moment comes… Real writers open windows and invite us into their world. They cheer us and bring us joy. They make us feel all of life’s wondrous emotions.
Without literature, there is no meaning to life.