The evolution of writing begins with a kiss—no greater truth can be said than this. All writings are romance; all pieces of fiction stemming from the core concept of love and expanding outwards into the many philosophical ranges of the human experience.
It all starts with the single kiss: the defining moment where the ultimate narrative arch takes place. The moment when we are faced with the line of plot-development: the kiss, the fall, the rise, the finish; these all become staple from the moment the first kiss is initiated.
Even truer still is that in a world of comedy and tragicomedy we have failed to separate ourselves from the ways of the ancients. These ways live on still: these plot structures have become embedded into our very notions of life; these things become our reason for living—breathe life into our lungs—help us soar through the boundaries of our human experience.
No work is complete or absent from the romantic. All works are but remnants, perversions, distortions, or what-have-yous, of the original most sacred plot device: the kiss.
(Credit to the following people for their photos: 1, 3, 5, 7, 9 the even numbered photos were taken from Flickrs commons project.)
