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Length does not come from the future down. Ask "how do I write XXX amount of pages," and find an immeasurable cavern between the present and the future. Ask "how do my hands want to move in this instant," and propel, propel, propel. Or rest, rest, rest. Length comes from the truth outwards. Oh, the traps laid for one's tongue when one has nothing to truly say. More compassionate it is to accept the present and wait. Those who speak towards truth are only passing along what they came across. There is no ownership of total Truth itself. There is no ownership in the abstract of Creativity or of Talent itself. There is ownership in one's experience of the Thing. The Curse of having something to say and the Curse of having nothing to say visit us all in varying points of our lives. It is a Blessing to have something to say and a Blessing to have nothing to say. Life cannot be dichotomous. Neither can life be unitary. Dichotomies in life, unities in life; life only in life.