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Life Comes From Physical Survival; But The Good Life Comes From What We Care About.

One Of The Few Blessings Of Living In An Age Of Anxiety Is That We Are Forced To Become Aware Of Ourselves.

Artists Love To Immerse Themselves In Chaos In Order To Put It Into Form, Just As God Created Form Out Of Chaos In Genesis. Forever Unsatisfied With The Mundane, The Apathetic, The Conventional, They Always Push On To Newer Worlds.

If The Will Remains In Protest, It Stays Dependent On That Which It Is Protesting Against.

Creativity Arises Out Of The Tension Between Spontaneity And Limitations, The Latter (like The River Banks) Forcing The Spontaneity Into The Various Forms Which Are Essential To The Work Of Art Or Poem.