It takes force to tug one off the straight line of momentum. In physics, in order to take the curve, one must apply centripetal force. For most of my life I have believed to make an authentic statement one must push up against the edges of one's knowledge in order to hear a screeching and grating sound, like that heard as a subway train is forced by its rails to turn. Within that horrid sound one can perceive truth, which one is incapable of hearing, and thus finding, if a straight, unrestricted momentum line is taken. I now believe that is true when one is young, and knows little. I believe it is not true for me now. The kind of discipline required of me now is different than that required of me when I was young. Then, in order to find truth, discipline was required to push me off the straight and easy line. Now, discipline is required for me to hold true to my momentum, to my true self. Yesterday's work is this. It looks to me, feels to me, like nothing anyone else in this world is doing. I fear it is too simple and too restricted. Yet I know, in its simplicity and directness, it is me.
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