My parents had a huge library of good books. Therefore, since childhood, I loved books too. No, do not read! And clean up the bookshelves. To get, I remember, all books to one and between them sit on the floor in the middle. I was attracted by the energy of creation, that came with high frequency from each piece. And then I thought once. Grabbing a thread of finished yarn, I dismantled the fiery element to the basics, what is called creativity. And understood, that from a single fire its inexhaustible power pours.
The author himself is inseparable from his creation.
Be at least one line, but in it the whole essence of the author is visible. His energy, even the flesh has long been, non-degradable. She lives not "on the pages of books", how to express human language is used. She has a lot more written stories.. As incomparable in volume a drop with the sea. So it can not be compared with anything. She in that role of the Holy Fire, which can light your way, light your torch from him. And later you light someone else’s.