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      <title>Why...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinty_W._Moore&#34;&gt;Dinty W. Moore&lt;/a&gt; quotes &lt;a href=&#34;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_Didion&#34;&gt;Joan Didon&lt;/a&gt; as saying:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I write to find out what I am thinking, what I&amp;rsquo;m looking at, what I see, and what it means.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;All of which suggests a certain absence of certitude which only fades when the subject of doubt is engaged through the meandering paths and rabbit holes it leads us through and down.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is what (I hope) this space will be for me, a place where the discordant notes of thoughts often coursing through my mind on faith, life, books and a fair few other things can be engaged, each assay like the blow of a chisel which though insignificant by itself, builds on the past and slowly carves out a thing of exquisite beauty.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>I Write Because...</title>
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&lt;p&gt;One of my earliest memories of doing stuff with my mother is of a newspaper cutout, sheets of paper and her sitting beside me encouraging me to apply whatever iota of critical thinking I could summon to whatever was the task of the day, usually some Close Up essay competition or the other. I don&amp;rsquo;t recall us ever submitting any of those, the discipline of wrestling thoughts into semi-coherent arguments perhaps being the point of the entire exercise. That sense of writing as a vehicle for thinking aloud about a subject is one that has stayed with me over the years.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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