If you touch an idea too much without actually making it, just like a dough or plaster, it dies. I think it’s better to make and bake it and throw it away than to imagine how it would have worked or tasted.
I gave up facts entirely in order to have an empty mind for inspiration to come into. If your mind is full of garbage, if an inspiration comes you wouldn’t recognize it anyway. We have to practice a quiet, empty mind.
and who's to say, my art and my poems must be full-grown trees? why not saplings? why not seeds? is there not value in early beginnings? must my garden brim with dazzling full-blooms? or is there not beauty in blueprints too?