There is nothing like the electric rush of ideas that I can feel flowing from the mind, to me, to the paper. The wind in my face, the warmth of the hand, and the feeling of the ink spilling onto the page. This is where I belong. I know I am just your average medium .7mm Celio gel pen in black with a luxuriously comfortable grip, but without me, there are no books, no letters, no art. Without me, there is no way for the mind to share its passions with the world.