How to put truth in a piece of work. How to manifest the great reason for working, the chance to feel union and sameness with the diviner underlying nature so worth loving to emulate. And why the need can - in one instant - become more important than any other idea even on its way to forming.
Desperation can be exhausting. It can be devastating. It can be immediate and inciting and full of the most raving annihilation one could ever seek. And in its gorgeous beating wake the encounter with clarity can be so miraculous that semantics between desperate and alive become impossible to separate.
