These are just rearrangements of words, all of them you have read before; verily, there is nothing new under the sun. But Romeo spoke to Juliet in such words, and we beheld magic, for some reason; politicians spoke in such words and we sensed the disingenuous. We have been hammered by terms and terminology all through our lives, and yet there are still phrases that move us, that shake us, that surprise us — even though they are all only words, and we have heard them all before. It is why the writer still bothers to write, even knowing all stories have already been told, why we will do the work to finish our craft. There are still tales to weave whose patterns rhyme with the infinite, who draw light from the inexhaustible fires of creation. So I say, quick, before the candle goes out: tell me what the everyman does next.
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