Perhaps there is no other way of reaching some
understanding of being than through art? Writers themselves don't analyze what
they do; to analyze would be to look down while crossing a canyon on a
tightrope. To say this is not to mystify the process of writing but to make an
image out of the intense inner concentration the writer must have to cross the
chasms of the aleatory and make them the word's own, as an explorer plants a
flag.
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