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Writing has nothing to do with publishing. Nothing. People get totally confused about that. You write because you have to – you write because you can’t not write. The rest is show-business. I can’t state that too strongly. Just write – worry about the rest of it later, if you worry at all. What matters is what happens to you while you’re writing the story, the poem, the play. The rest is show-business.

Peter S. Beagle (via writingadvice)

I am quoting and reblogging this because it resonates with the way that I write.  It is exactly the way he said it. Write from the heart. Do not write because you are asked to write. Write because you can’t breath if you —- don’t write.

Called “the perfect place to die,” the Aokigahara forest has the unfortunate distinction as the world’s second most popular place to take one’s life. (The first is the Golden Gate Bridge.) Since the 1950s, Japanese businessmen have wandered in, and at least 500 of them haven’t wandered out, at an increasing rate of between 10 and 30 per year. Recently these numbers have increased even more, with a record 78 suicides in 2002.

Japanese spiritualists believe that the suicides committed in the forest have permeated Aokigahara’s trees, generating paranormal activity and preventing many who enter from escaping the forest’s depths. Complicating matters further is the common experience of compasses being rendered useless by the rich deposits of magnetic iron in the area’s volcanic soil.” 

A Chance Encounter: If you and I never happened
by Ellen Taleon on Wednesday, May 11, 2011 at 11:36pm

The thought of you haunts my evening
As I watch the sun slipping into the twilight
Behold stars awaken to paint the heavens
With a tassel of heavenly radiance
I can feel your presence.
Your image echoes in the darkness.

When I first laid eyes on you
There was utter silence
I could only hear my breathing
Everything else faded to a dream
With you and I in midstream.

As you glow like the moon, holding sway
Against the celestial night
Amidst the tapestry of the Milky Way
Nothing outshines your light.

You’re the air I breathe
The land on which I stand
The vast ocean in motion
And the firmament in the sky.

Each minute that flows in the hourglass
Every second that crawls across the clock
Turns to Eternity because
You’re here with me.

You’re inside my heart
At one with its stillness
Straddling each heartbeat
Aching with every misery
Pulsing with a lovely beat.

Since you exist in the world
I live.
And as long as you’re here,
I stay.
Without you in it
The world will be nil
For me it will…

Stop rotating on its axis
No days, no nights, no skies nor stars
It will be as if I never lived
Because life will be still.

If you vanish from my sight
As I weave these lines
These words of mine will cease to exist
As if pen never moved across the page
Since my thoughts will be without meaning.

Everything will become nothing.
This poem will disappear as soon as it’s woven.
And you won’t even remember reading this
Because it was never written.
If our chance encounter never happened.

Aokigahara is called the Suicide Forest of Japan-- Please click this title or the arrow below and it will lead you to the page if you think you can handle the graphic pictures.

The forest is a popular place for suicides, reportedly the world’s second most popular suicide location after San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge.[3][4] This popularity is often attributed to the 1960 novel Nami no Tō (波の塔?) by Seichō Matsumoto,[5][6] which ends with two lovers committing suicide in the forest. However, the history of suicide in Aokigahara dates from before the novel’s publication, and the place has long been associated with death: ubasute was allegedly practiced there into the 19th century, and the forest is reputedly haunted by the ghosts of those left to die.[7]

Since the 1950s, more than 500 people have lost their lives in the forest, mostly suicides,[4] with an average of approximately 30 counted yearly.[8] In 2002, 78 bodies were found within the forest, replacing the previous record of 73 in 1998.[9] In 2003 the rate climbed to 100, and in recent years the local government has stopped publicizing the numbers in an attempt to downplay Aokigahara’s association with suicide.[7] The high rate of suicide has led officials to place signs in the forest, in Japanese and English, urging those who have gone there in order to commit suicide to seek help and not kill themselves. The annual body search, consisting of a small army of police, volunteers and attendant journalists, began in 1970.[10]

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