We live in all we seek. - Annie Dillard

The obverse of this freedom, of course, is that your work is so meaningless, so fully for yourself alone, and so worthless to the world, that no one except you cares whether you do it well, or ever.

There is no such thing as an artist: there is only the world lit or unlit as the light allows. When the candle is burning, who looks at the wick? When the candle is out, who needs it?

I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again.