“I don’t even know where that came from.”

“Argue for your limitations and you get to keep them.”

Creativity is sacred, and it is not sacred. What we make matters enormously, and it doesn’t matter at all. We toil alone, and we are accompanied by spirits. We are terrified, and we are brave. Art is a crushing chore and a wonderful privilege. Only when we are at our most playful can divinity finally get serious with us. Make space for all these

This is how you must do it, people. I have never created anything in my life that did not make me feel, at some point or another, like I was the guy who just walked into a fancy ball wearing a homemade lobster costume.

Anyhow, what else are you going to do with your time here on earth—not make things? Not do interesting stuff? Not follow your love and your curiosity?

The answer will usually come with a wicked trickster grin: “Because it’s fun, isn’t it?”

“Why should I go through all the trouble to make something if the outcome might be nothing?”

What do you love doing so much that the words failure and success essentially become irrelevant? What do you love even more than you love your own ego?

What would you do even if you knew that you might very well fail?