Oh sun, may I only find your beam—what untold growth from me will spring! This capacity to build and give, I can feel it—work whose respite is a proud reflection upon the work done! Not some superficial escape, but work so meaningful and bountiful, governed by something beautiful eyeing us down. May it be God or an attractive woman... man yearns to build something great for someone worthy. For something worthy.
The spirit of tourism—what an energy-wasting endeavor if it isn’t also a reflection. Why am I leaving here and going there without the intention of bringing that worthy "there" here, at least in spirit? Engage, engage with organic creation! But first, become an unconscious expert in recognizing the organic itself! Which is to say, for goodness’ sake, have good taste! Learn good taste! The world is drowning in bourgeois artificiality—don’t add to its stupid flood!
Yes, but do not model the output; rather, model the inspiration itself! Oh, naked inspiration in front of me, let me draw you! My works will be what clothe you someday, but the form of the body underneath—that is inspiration from the source of sources. What is lost is hinted at, only to be found again—but as something transformed!
Oh mind, you take the steering wheel, but understand: you are not the tires, you are not the engine. You direct, but you must let that combustion play itself out first. And without it? Go to a mechanic. Any tourism that isn't, in some sense, "going to a mechanic" is empty tourism! It is self-satisfied, indulgent, contributing to the spirit of the world's ugliness by overcrowding that which is truly beautiful!
Oh, but back to my point—I feel within me, sometimes, the unclaimed burst. Once, I was conversant with the climbing vines of spirit; may I be so again! To know the sun upon you, to feel all the growth willing itself soon to be—barely at your calling, your calling being the art of good positioning, with the sun driving it from out of you... and later, the fruits!