Why do we write? To make sense of the world? To create our own worlds? Whatever the case, I think this quote by Cormac McCarthy is the perfect place to start my journey in trying to figure it out.
The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man’s mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West, Cormac McCarthy, 1985.