But when i write, i feel like the most important man in the world, because when i write, i give meaning to things. i create significance, and i create meanings, and as hard as that may for you to believe, that's really even more important in the long run than life and death. Elliot Mabeuse
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The quote above is about the importance of writing. It is used to convey that writing has more significance than the act of survival. It is an act of communication, one that conveys meaning through signs.

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