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 | | From: | SuN Tsu | | Subject: | Re: The replies I've gotten from members of this group | | Date: | Wed, 4 Jan 2005 20:47:18 GMT |
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 | than a pig in shit. Clean and sober, three
square meals a day, an exercise room to work out in. No monthly
deadline. Sounds like a lot less pressure to me.
Viktor Davis grew serious.
Don't ever be afraid, he said. FDR was right. The only thing we have to
fear is fear itself. I might get to the end of Cerebus and I might not.
I could get hit by a bus, I could get cancer, I could lose my right
hand, my eyesight, I could fall in love and get married.
Exception was unable to conceal profound astonishment.
Viktor Davis laughed. I'm not immune, you know. All of those things have
happened to better men than me. If you look at the casualty figures in
any creative field, the odds are pretty good that I'll die in poverty,
the work itself completely forgotten. The other option, if you're
talking about house odds, is that I end up married to some tyrannical
Queen of the Circus. Love is blind. It's also deaf, dumb and stupid. If
what we are talking about is a very large and determined Force of
Nature. You can walk as carefully as you want through a mine field; it
is still a mine field. But it's also true that if you step up to the
plate worrying that you're going to strike out, the odds are that you're
going to strike out. Not doing a large ambitious work because you're
convinced that Danger Lurks Around Every Corner, the old "I might be
dead this time next year", is a waste of the Inner Radiance that found
you. It's like life insurance. It's betting against yourself. It's
blowing out your own flame before someone beats you to it.
Remember that you're just a custodian for It. You can be a good
custodian, a so-so custodian or a bad custodian. You can make It a pile
of smouldering t
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