You make more pages. No matter what you lose, no matter who comes and goes. You make more pages. No matter how long it takes you, steadily every day. You make more pages. Even if nobody cares. Even if nobody bothers to read any of it. Even if none of it seems to matter. You make more pages. Because if there are no pages, it never will matter, either.
"Eternity with Beelzebub, and all his hellish instruments of death, will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me and this pencil." - E. Blackadder, 1791 Questionable
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