You Have Never Tasted Freedom, Friend, Or

The Last Thing We Want Is To Remain As We Are.

The Professional, Though He Accepts Money, Does His Work Out Of Love. He Has To Love It. Otherwise He Wouldn’t Devote His Life To It Of His Own Free Will.

The Professional Respects His Craft. He Does Not Consider Himself Superior To It. He Recognizes The Contributions Of Those Who Have Gone Before Him. He Apprentices Himself To Them.

When We Make Our Art A Practice, When We Make Our Workspace Sacred And Enter It Daily With Respect And High Intention, Then We Elevate Our Actions (even If They're Taking Place Within The Profane Arena Of Commerce) Beyond Ego And Above Gimme-gimme Ambition.

You And I May Only Be Mortals, With All The Foolishness And Fallibility That That State Implies, But We're Mortals Made In The Image Of Heaven. The Gods Can't Do Their Work Without Us. So Let's Be Bold, In Their Cause And In Our Own. It's Our Job, We Humans, To Make Manifest That Which Is Unmanifest-and To Raise Into Consciousness, In This Material Dimension, That Which Had Been Known Before Only In Heaven.