Something to say
If only more writers had something to say. This is all it takes to make a real writer. As it is, you can read a hundred books without finding a single genuine idea.
The writers of today have nothing to say, yet have to pretend they do. They are afraid to touch on matters of truth, because it is beyond their sphere of expertise and interest. Thus they argue in grand circles, round arguments with clever words and flattery. Their communication is impersonal, and despite signing their name to the book, it remains - anonymous.
The true man of knowledge writes with his blood. His every word is packed iwth his entire heart and means his life. His is a personal communication that hits hard, and is not forgotten. His words outlive civilizations.
Writers write to try and make sense of life. The wise write because they have made sense of it.
The truly human
The writings of the truly human are an accurate mapping of their own minds. Their words are like diamonds - hard, transparent, yet solid throughout.
The writing of the ingenuine will always disappoint. Their words are like puffed-up balloons: attractive, but lacking in substance. They are also like balloons floated aloft during war, to protect against enemy aircraft.