I Love Memoirs, Particularly Obscure Ones Because

I Wrote In The War Of Art That I Could Divide My Life Neatly Into Two Parts: Before Turning Pro And After. After Is Better.

It Can Pay Off, Being A Hack. Given The Depraved State Of American Culture, A Slick Dude Can Make Millions Being A Hack. But Even If You Succeed, You Lose, Because You’ve Sold Out Your Muse, And Your Muse Is You, The Best Part Of Yourself, Where Your Finest And Only True Work Comes From.

Creative Work Is Not A Selfish Act Or A Bid For Attention On The Part Of The Actor. It's A Gift To The World And Every Being In It. Don't Cheat Us Of Your Contribution. Give Us What You've Got.

We Fear Discovering That We Are More Than We Think We Are. More Than Our Parents/children/teachers Think We Are. We Fear That We Actually Possess The Talent That Our Still, Small Voice Tells Us. That We Actually Have The Guts, The Perseverance, The Capacity. We Fear That We Truly Can Steer Our Ship, Plant Our Flag, Reach Our Promised Land. We Fear This Because, If It’s True, Then We Become Estranged From All We Know. We Pass Through A Membrane. We Become Monsters And Monstrous.

It May Be That The Human Race Is Not Ready For Freedom. The Air Of Liberty May Be Too Rarefied For Us To Breathe... The Paradox Seems To Be, As Socrates Demonstrated Long Ago, That The Truly Free Individual Is Free Only To The Extent Of His Own Self-mastery. While Those Who Will Not Govern Themselves Are Condemned To Find Masters To Govern Over Them.