It's probably most inappropriate to say that writing’s about the privileged as it’s likely the farthest thing
from the truth that anyone should try to imagine. But the fruitfulness of our creativity may have started or began to evolve
from the challenges of a bedazzled world of “crazed and inventive phobics” or superstitious falsehoods attempting
to demand or replenish with imagery that which only 'Mother Nature' has found to have accomplished in all the wisdom of the
Universe. That the greater purposefulness of our eventfulness may be found in the sharing of our ideas or the challenges of
a fulfillment that’s in the learning of a creativeness that can be brought about through the productivity of a greater
tomorrow, and the fruitfulness of all through education. Thus allowing that learning's an experience and writing's an expression
of that experience!