This is a dangerous time for dreams. “Vision” has become something you experience after too much dope — a subject for scorn. “Passion” and “desire” are used, nine times out of ten, as euphemisms for lust. It isn’t fashionable to confess powerful desires and then work for their achievement: you risk the derision of those who cannot admit to desire, and the envy of those afraid to have any. Their anger will seduce you into silence, inaction, passive acceptance of what seems unalterable…if you let it.
Dare the dangerous, the ridiculous, the impossible. Find out what you’re for, and get busy being that. “Whatsoever your hands find to do, do it with all your might — for the night cometh, in which no man can work.”
Admit to great desires. Work as if for mighty purposes. You have nothing to lose but the illusion that you make no difference in the world.
Love as if you may some day die suddenly. You will.
Share your joy.
It is better to freelance in Hell than to staffwrite in Heaven.
Side note: Does anyone know if she's still alive? The last post from her seems to be someone around the end of 2007... I'd sent an e-mail a month ago, inquiring after The Big Meow (still not done. Slowly beginning to regret my $300 donation towards that cause...), never got a reply back.