To Be An Artist Means Not To

The Artist's Task Consists Of Making One Thing Of Many, And A World From The Smallest Part Of A Thing.

Swells, Marina? We Ocean, Depths, Marina? We Sky!

Perhaps Creating Something Is Nothing But An Act Of Profound Remembrance.

We Need, In Love, To Practice Only This: Letting Each Other Go. For Holding On Comes Easily; We Do Not Need To Learn It.

Perhaps All The Dragons In Our Lives Are Princesses Who Are Only Waiting To See Us Act, Just Once, With Beauty And Courage. Perhaps Everything That Frightens Us Is, In Its Deepest Essence, Something Helpless That Wants Our Love.