"When you are seized by the feeling that nobody will ever come to you, that this solitude will not loosen its grip on you, ever, you must still find the strength to extend your arms, […] to hear the whisper of that wild voice that calls you from well before your beginnings. […] Medication only patches up the desire to live, or the heartache, or the professional failure, or the feeling of inadequacy; for nothing can sew up such a wound. Nothing except creation, what opens the wound elsewhere and differently, but on less shifting ground."

— Anne Dufourmantelle, Power of Gentleness: Meditations on the Risk of Living

Ben Sifel