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What is a writing utensil?
What is a writing utensil? Something that will always be in our life? Something that seems insignificant? Without something to write with, you would be uneducated and communication would be near impossible, considering there would be no written document to state the official language, nor would there be a Declaration of Independence, so therefore we would still be controlled by a country that’s 6 time zones away from here. There would be no civilization, because pretty much anything can be used as a writing utensil, there would be no wood, there would be no fingers. The earth might as well not exist, we wouldn’t know it if we never existed, right? Something to write with has always been a super important part of the survival of humanity, this is something we all must understand. Without it nothing would exist, do you know what it is like to not exist? Of course not. It isn’t like dying, this is before you have had a life, before you have lived. Nothing would have ever existed. Writing is our existence. Just imagine being the one to sign the most important document ever created, feel the anxiousness rising from within you the feel of the rigid pen in your hand, the smell of paper in your nose. You hear the other breathing but silent men and women around you, watching as you make the final move in one very elaborate plan. It’s like you’re god, a small one at least. Writing will be forever the way of the past, present and future. Now will you excuse me while I go break some pencils.
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