The heat of a volcano is a dramatic thing and earns these eruptions from the earth’s crust their name and fame. This, however, is still the volcano:
It’s a common adage in writing circles to say, “First Thoughts Best Thoughts”. Sure, but don’t forget that these thoughts continue for a long long time.
Don’t let the adage “First Thoughts Best Thoughts” stop them from reaching their mature form.
What was once a vaporized gas becomes over time something that falls away into its own life, as the glass beads have done in the image below:
They continue their own story, each representing the volcano in its entirety.
Language is a lot like that. The task of a writer is not to take photographs of the language, but to be a glass bead that someone may someday pick up in their hand, slip into a pocket, and use there as a talisman, until it is as smooth as water. It beats getting out a hammer and trying to bang something out of the subconscious and take it home and own it. Stuff like that breaks.