The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.

But lest I should mislead any when I have my own head and obey my whims, let me remind the reader that I am only an experimenter ... I unsettle all things. No facts are to me sacred; none are profane; I simply experiment, an endless seeker with no Past at my back.

The way to write is to throw your body at the mark when all your arrows are spent.