They are of the dream time. I don't understand it, I can't say it in words. Everything dreams. The play of form, of being, is the dreaming of substance. Rocks have their dreams, and the earth changes. . . .But when the mind becomes conscious, when the rate of evolution speeds up, then you have to be careful. Careful of the world. You must learn the way. You must learn the skills, the art, the limits. A conscious mind must be part of the whole, intentionally and carefully--as the rock is part of the whole unconsciously. Do you see? Does it mean anything to you?
It could be a thousand things, distractions, worries;but very often I think what keeps a writer from finding the words is that she grasps at them too soon, hurries, grabs. She doesn__ wait for the wave to come in and break. She wants to write because she__ a writer; she wants to say this, and tell people that, and show people something else _ things she knows, her ideas, her opinions, her beliefs, important things _ but she doesn__ wait for the wave to come and carry her beyond all the ideas and opinions, to where you cannot use the wrong word.
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It could be a thousand things, distractions, worries;but very often I think what keeps a writer from finding the words is that she grasps at them too soon, hurries, grabs. She doesn__ wait for the wave to come in and break. She wants to write because she__ a writer; she wants to say this, and tell people that, and show people something else _ things she knows, her ideas, her opinions, her beliefs, important things _ but she doesn__ wait for the wave to come and carry her beyond all the ideas and opinions, to where you cannot use the wrong word.
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