A pen on paper cannot write.
It will not pen words that will help a child to read. That pen will not inspire thousands to action. It will not move millions to tears. It will not inspire on screen re-imagining, nor will it string together words to which crowds will sing along in joyous unison.
A pen on paper will not earn awards or accolades. It will not write Paradise Lost. It won’t even write Fifty Shades of Grey. It will not incite horror or laughter, joy or sorrow, pain, pleasure, political statement, psalm.
A pen on paper will not break your heart. It will not seek forgiveness. It will not incite war. It will not wage peace. It will not plead for justice or declare independence. It will not help explain the universe, challenge convention or articulate new ideas. It will not spur innovation, unveil corruption or defend the marginalized.
A pen on paper will not persuade you to vote for one candidate or another. Or neither.
That pen on paper will not help a young family buy a house, an athlete sign a contract, an executive hire or fire an employee, an employee accept a promotion. It will not sign the check that will make the last payment on debt. It will not twist words to deceive. It will not speak truth to power.
It will not encourage a student to study harder and live up to potential. It will not call another student to task for cheating. It will not do any of that for teachers, either. It is neither good nor evil; it is both reflection and extension of whoever wields it. Wielded like a weapon, for attack or defense, use or abuse.
A pen on paper cannot do anything.
The same may be said for a gun.