Beauty |
You only have to allow beauty.
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In some cases creation is a process of constricting and taming her,
the wild uncompromising force of Love.
But once she has been domesticated there is nothing left to do.
Nowhere to move.
Just a great sense of self satisfaction for having subdued that horrible chaotic force.
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Unchecked domination.
A war on terror.
The end of Life.
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Then the servants of Love will take on the work of loosing her binds.
Creation becomes a process of artfully removing obstacles, of placing explosives so that
the structure will collapse just so.
Creators are really demolitions experts.
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Tear down the walls.
Walk on the grass.
Return to the seas of our origin.
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The key is never to loose the contact.
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There may come a day when having cut her free there is nothing left to do.
Then the hunt is on.
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Catch her.
Tie her.
Silence her.
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But a good collaborator will take care not to break her.
A co-creator will bind her just so, and will remain sensitive to her vulnerable situation.
Recognize that the master must be a
servant.
And set her loose at the right moment to prolong the creative dance.
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Satisfaction = Exploitation
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Beauty gave me a poem, and I gave her a knife.
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