People talk of great weaponry that spanned the ages, legendary swords and majestic timeless daggers, but no one dares mention the mightiest of the modern weaponry. Antiquity has plagued the world with superficial importance.
If one must worship a significant tool, it would be Hemingway's pen. They say the it is mightier than the sword, and I believe it to be true.
The golden frame and silver lining echos elegane and tenderness. A great many people have died trying to find it. I, on the other hand, only dare search in my dreams, for then I know I can come back the next night and continue.
It is beyond our reckoning to understand the weapon. Our minds are too meek to bear the weight of our own contemplations. There is little excessiveness at all. The perfect weapon designed to do exactly what it was meant to.
It is a writer's dream to own a pen like Hemingway's. A fictioneer can dream.
Ingrained in its floral-decorated body are the words, "Do not judge, understand."
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