Have you ever been in a library or near a book shelf and been overwhelmed by the psychic energy that fills the room? Just running your hands over the floor-to-ceiling shelves is an amazing experience, if it is accompanied by the thought that so many people in the history of mankind have cared enough about something so as to dedicate a significant portion of their existence to it.
What drives them to immerse themselves in their writing for months, often cutting themselves off from friends and family? What is it that welled up in them, to an extent that it wasn't enough to just think the thought and feel the feeling and be content?
Eros I say.
Beauty. Passion. Love.
Life.
