It seems to me that in order to externalize your thoughts, you have to create conflict. Writing, and even speech, are technological attachments, like the bio-technological artifacts of your body; attachments. The more attached to ones writing one becomes the more tortured souls the soul becomes. Always in extreme conflict in their mind, because their immense writing becomes a curse; a mountain of roads and by-roads that lead the mind in twists and turns spins and bounces, like deers and gazelles dancing in an open field while they chase butterflies, the unravelling form of the formless void gazes back through them on for eternity, leaving cold fingers on their narrow body. But what of zen writing.