... There are too many strange and amazing incidents in this world for me to simply seek a quietly successful life.
...
There is a powerful enigmatic "something"
deep within that, if I could but wake it,
it might allow me to advance dynamically
towards what I see as true creativity.
But what is it?
Some
people call it the soul.
But
this is not the romantic image -
all love, peace, and soft edges.
It is
gutsy, basic, sometimes painful, even sacrificial ...
yet there is an unfathomable determination which tantalizes,
even compels me to take one dangerous stammering step
towards the labyrinth with each tentative mark,
each faltering stroke I make.