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Resistance Is Experienced As Fear; The Degree Of Fear Equates To The Strength Of Resistance.

You Know, Hitler Wanted To Be An Artist. At Eighteen He Took His Inheritance, Seven Hundred Kronen, And Moved To Vienna To Live And Study... Ever See One Of His Paintings? Neither Have I. Resistance Beat Him. Call It Overstatement But I'll Say It Anyway: It Was Easier For Hitler To Start World War Ii Than It Was For Him To Face A Blank Square Of Canvas.

Picasso Painted With Passion, Mozart Composed With It. A Child Plays With It All Day Long. You May Think You’ve Lost Your Passion, Or That You Can’t Identify It, Or That You Have So Much Of It, It Threatens To Overwhelm You. None Of These Is True.

I Was Keenly Conscious Of The Comrades-in-arms Who Had Fallen With Me. A Bond Surpassing By A Hundredfold That Which I Had Known In Life Bound Me To Them. I Felt A Sense Of Inexpressible Relief And Realized That I Had Feared, More Than Death, Separation From Them. I Apprehended That Excruciating War Survivor's Torment, The Sense Of Isolation And Self-betrayal Experienced By Those Who Had Elected To Cling Yet To Breath When Their Comrades Had Let Loose Their Grip.

The Professional Learns To Recognize Envy-driven Criticism And To Take It For What It Is: The Supreme Compliment. The Critic Hates Most That Which He Would Have Done Himself If He Had Had The Guts.