To fiction, breaking boundaries and Zack Addy

Fiction. It can often move us more than real life.

Like Bones : Season 4, Episode 5, the last bit. The last of Zach Addy. We could never, never make it, and we'd never, never break it - not us mortals, at least. Creativity, it's the heart of all emotion.

The moment in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, when Dumbledore dies. I was a 12 year old kid, and that was the first time fiction moved me.

Like when we were doing Our Casuarina Tree in school.

Like the moment when Cersei explains to Sansa that a woman's life is 9 parts mess to 1 part magic.

Lyrics, they can break the best of us. Poetry, it can move the most heartless of us. When the Creator is in that frame of mind - when the cosmos conspires to capture that perfect moment. Pen and paper, or photographic film, or recording device, or instrument, it doesn't matter. But every once in a while comes along a piece of creation so vivid, so blurred, so deep, so shallow, so lacklustre, so colourful - it leaves a mark on the creator and the interpreter. There's no way to explain all this. Sure, it's brain chemistry. More than that, it's a creation, and an interpretation. It's a moment when you see the world through someone else's eyes, and that moment is so sublime, you know it's going to stay with you forever.

Some people don't take to photography - they might be the best artists. The ones who don't like poetry, can find meaning in instrumental songs. The whole world is an open book, where people make an impression, and leave the rest of the pages blank for the rest of the people to fill up.

It's not strange, it's not illogical. It's cosmic.

Fiction, and creation, they stem from emotion.

Emotion is primal.

There are those who understand, and connect with it - and there are those who choose not to. There are those who don't give a second thought to expression of creativity. Theirs are the incomplete lives.

Writers, artists - creators, basically - theirs are the lives you can write books on. Because the more you see, the more you realize how much there is left to see.

There's so much. The world isn't made up of different people - it's just made of different kinds of people.

Who look at the world differently.

Who show it to others differently.

Who then show it to someone else. Differently.

And somewhere in this chain is a moment that changes the world.

Maybe not for all humanity. But the world is definitely changed for that one person who sees the change.

For the one who feels the change.

For the one who makes the change.

Yes, I know this blog post makes no sense. That's okay. You don't need to be rational about everything, you just need to see it through someone else's eyes. In this case, mine.

[Also, I'm still thinking about Zack Addy. A moment of silence for him, please]