|by Joerg Colberg|
What writer hasn’t realized that she returns to the past with a force greater than anything the present can provide? Having lived her life so fully through the body of the child, of youth, the writer spends the rest of her days attempting to recapture the pleasure of memory, the power and physicality of our childhood memory—a place freed of the language of time and full with rapture. This overpowering sense of the world becomes the chimera and the muse through which we live more fully. We turn from our words, fulfilled, and again take up the world with joy, with glee, a white sail cutting across the sea of time.