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Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
When a person realizes he has been deeply heard, his eyes moisten. I think in some real sense he is weeping for joy. It is as though he were saying, "Thank God, somebody heard me. Someone knows what it's like to be me."
Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.