“...Those writers known from the old days, the times just after the gods. Those who foretold what would happen (and did), whose names will endure for eternity. They disappeared when they finished their lives. They did not build pyramids in bronze with gravestones of iron from heaven, rather they formed a progeny by means of writing and in the books of wisdom they left...
Man decays, his corpse is dust but a book makes him remembered. Better is a book than a well built house...”
-The Immortality of Writers, Ancient Egyptian Text
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Charis was born and raised in Manila, Philippines. By profession an Oncology RN, by nature a Writer. Lover of words and the cosmos, currently residing in Alexandria, Virginia, Charis is learning to live a full life, juggling her full-time job and creative pursuits while chasing her dreams. When not writing, she can be found searching for the meaning of life by obsessing over Philosophy and Literature, scouring Goodreads for the next good book, or watching film through the streaming subscriptions available to mankind today. Some days, Charis can be found lost in her own thoughts, treading the yellow brick road towards Emerald City to ask the Wizard for some answers, or she can be found following the white rabbit all the way to Wonderland to find truth and alternate realities. But everyday, Charis is simply writing her nights away to fill the cosmic void with meaning.
“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.”
-William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (Act II, Scene II)