I Find It Satisfying And

If A Piece Of Knotted String Can Unleash The Wind, And If A Drowned Man Can Awaken, Then I Believe A Broken Man Can Heal.

Walking On The Land Or Digging In The Fine Soil I Am Intensely Aware That Time Quivers Slightly, Changes Occurring In Imperceptible And Minute Ways, Accumulating So Subtly That They Seem Not To Exist. Yet The Tiny Shifts In Everything--cell Replication, The Rain Of Dust Motes, Lengthening Hair, Wind-pushed Rocks--press Inexorably On And On.

I Think It's Important To Leave Spaces In A Story For Readers To Fill In From Their Own Experience.

Develop Craftsmanship Through Years Of Wide Reading.

Anyway, There's Something Wrong With Everybody And It's Up To You To Know What You Can Handle.