Rambler

Therefore style could be positively be considered as secondary in opposition with an idea, for which the particular form of expression stands. This also is a first factor when I can have a free open way of stimulation for my own voice: say what I can, in any case, continuously, as if I were about to not be able to express myself later on, but always had to plan ahead a new "idea", plot, summary, notion, thought, observance-- and rest is just a matter of 'length' and flexibility of reader's understanding.

Inspiration is a "Writer's Diary" of Fyodor Dostoevsky's, for its impression it leaves upon me in all possible attributes, direction, options is only more than encouraging in my own work. For it proves possibility to express myself "NOW", same as "then", therefore 'correct' & 'move forward' & improve, then...

That all is a purpose. The idea is then --or ideas-- completely independent now from the way it's written or said, and mood of writing loses its importance. It gives the common odor of a vaporized play in an ether, where you give then stand only, and only for an idea, and the form of expression is being evaluated in more mystical sense, somewhat easy to approach, but not at the same time, for suddenly whatever is being produced, it is a "beseda" with a listener / reader. Even if I use phrase "as a matter of fact", "somewhat", or "certain", it all dwells in my new form: Any kind of idealized (inspired prose or work of whatever source) is conceived in mind, is self-alone brilliance, but while put on a paper in any form, becomes dishonest. Same as behavior of man, where we never are sure of its origin.

This is a Manifesto #1 in brief on my future work in my inquiry. Just a thought I just had, and perhaps will keep for its developing and changing by degrees for the sake of principle's the perfection which it caries. I'm beginning to form my new way of expression. I always wish to "express myself", and in the same idea keep simultaneously the notion of mood, or keep order in the mood in the formatted letter, essay, or any type of a text, but with a big failure. I am realizing one thing how to put my vocabulary and its usage in order for the desired purpose, which both of those factors are growing and maturing, in both polar senses.