Think and Thou won't Sink!!

Suppose someone gave you a pen - a sealed solid-colored pen. You
could'nt see how much ink it had. It might run dry after the first few
tentative words or last just long enough to create a masterpiece(or
several) that would last forever and make a difference in the scheme
of things. You don't know before you begin.

Under the rules of the game, you really never know. You have to take a chance!

Actually, no rule of the game states you must do anything. Instead of
picking up and using the pen, you could leave it on a shelf or in a
drawer where it will dry up, unused.

But if you decide to use , what would you do with it? How would you
play the game?

Would you plan and plan before you ever wrote a word? Would your plans
be so extensive that you never even got to writing?

Or would you take the pen in hand, plunge right in and just do it,
struggling to keep with the twists and turns of the torrents of words
that take you where they take you?

Would you write cautiously and carefully, as if the pen might run dry
the next moment, or would you pretend or believe(or pretend to
believe) that the pen will write forever and proceed accordingly?

And what would you write? Of love? Hate? Fun? Misery? Life? Death?
Nothing? Everything?

Would you write to please just yourself? or others? or yourself by
writing for others?

Would your strokes be tremblingly timid or brilliantly bold? Fancy
with a flourish or plain?

Would you even write? Once you have the pen, no rule says you have to
write. Would you sketch? Scribble? Doodle or draw?

Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all, even if
they were there? or are they?

There's a lot to think about here, isn't there?