The pen, in its simplest definition, is an object that leaves a mark.

An object that will suit the fingers of those who have something to say to themselves or pass on to others.

Source, carrier and transmitter of information;

An ordinary recording tool...

Throughout its history, various types of pens have been produced, depending on the material used to leave marks.

Although the concept remained basically the same, it changed a lot in the symbol and object plane, eventually it came to keyboards, including virtual ones.

The pen touched the fingers as a keyboard for a while, as the world moved from atoms to electrons, from analog to digital, to the truly virtual.

The keyboard was actually the next form of the pen after the typewriter. The pen was called a typewriter in analog and a keyboard in digital.

Then another wave came.

In order to do the work of the pen, new objects that look like mice, first with tails and then without tails, entered our lives. A race has begun between mouse and keyboard.

Most of them failed to realize that they were insatiable consumers of information, instead of being producers of information, caught in the comfort of the mouse.

The mouse made the task of navigating through the generated information, just one glance at it, tremendously easy. But it was also true that it blunted the productivity and ability of the masses to leave their mark.

When it comes to the power, age, and even society of knowledge, the phrase "Makes Keyboards, Consumes Mice" has become popular.

Later, the mouse was replaced by "touch" "scrolling" screens, along with their minis and maxis.

Fingers were now touching screens “without tools”. Signals, data, information, images, sounds, produced somewhere and instantly distributed around the world, could start their shows with the click of a finger, capturing the brains, consciousnesses, hearts and souls.

When we say keyboard, mouse, screen, the pen that we know in this race has sunk into oblivion, became strange, quiet, and remained in the corner on the shore. It has almost turned into a "museum" item.

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Although it is known as "the eyes are the mirror of the heart", as it is circulated in the languages, the pen was also the mirror of the mind and the hearts.

Those who feel a stirring in their heart, heart and feelings reach out their hands to the pen; They left a touching, impressive, lasting impression.

In your mind, in your brain, in your mind (meaning reasoning ability)

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When something was going on in his soul, people would cling to the pen in order to realize, perceive, shape and expand themselves and their consciousness. They wanted to draw, scratch, write.

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It was dark, determined.

It meant being sure of the traces he would leave, trusting himself, and aspire to be remembered for the traces he left.

In short, the pen was responsibility.

The pen was another beautiful thing in the hands of the wise and the rulers.

The pen, like the word, was mightier than the sword.

The pen suited the hands and fingers of those who were chasing a problem, a purpose, a cause, a job or an intention.

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The pen was a symbol. He was the mirror, reflection, summary, essence and carrier of other things and various concepts that were compared to him.

Like all symbols, the meaning, value and connotations of the pen were hidden in the eye that looked at it.

It depended on, and was limited to, how he was viewed, what they could see, understand, and feel when they thought of him.

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They used to say that the pen and the ney are similar. Neither was himself and not himself. Just as a hollow reed makes a sound according to the one who blows it, so the pen would move with the hand holding it, the heart and mind that ruled it, and it would leave traces of its owner's world.

The shape, meaning and value of the pen as an object, as well as the social meaning and values it acquired as a symbol, had always changed over time.

Each pen, not by itself, could leave a mark only if there was a hand holding it, moving it, and only as large as it. Therefore, the pen's value, trace, and work were not from himself; it was in the hands that held it.

There were such pens that they were respected and valued because of the hands holding them rather than themselves.

Pen, quiet, calm, innocent, in the corner, in the nook, in the box, in the pocket, and everywhere...

Salute to many great individuals who have written, written and left to us, and to those who know their dignity, value and values, who add value to even an ordinary simple pen just because their hand has touched it.

prof. Dr. İsmail KAYA