I spend hours in front of my computer, trying to tell you stuff, all sorts of stuff, as if my heart was a great big coal mine and every day I go in there with my pick axe in search of jewels. It’s really hard work, and it hurts a lot. But every morning, I wake up more excited than the day before to grab my pick axe and get back to work. And what really boggles my mind is that I feel like I’m growing less wise as I age. The more jewels that I uncover, the more out of reach the concept of completion seems to me, because every jewel is more complex, more dazzling than the last. Sometimes I think, “What’s the point?! Who can keep this going, when the fruits of my labor will tomorrow run like sand through my fingers?” But that’s the thing. The deeper I dig, the more free I become, because what I thought was absolute and finite, is actually fluid and dynamic. The cavern is always expanding. This work is hard, but there is no other work th...
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