Many of us spend years of our lives learning to perform small miracles. We approach the Art with a casual interest or a single minded determination. And we encumber ourselves mightily as a result.

We can not help it, it is who we are. But the Art is not a hammer or saw, or pan, or needle. The Art is not a paintbrush, or potters wheel. Neither is it unshaped clay, or pigment, or fabric, or paper, or wood. The Art is not music written on a page, or the knowledge of what you wish to create. It is not the understanding of how your creation will manifest or function.

The Art is not a tool.
The Art is not a material.
The Art is not a plan.
The Art is not an outcome.

The art is the natural tendency of the universe to conform.

I will write this plainly. The greatest wreakings of my life have been free of our trained concept of the Art. They have been born solely of my expectation that they will occur.

A truth of the Art, is that the Art is our habit of defining the future-present.

We handicap ourselves with tools and rules and formula because we need these to prove to ourselves that the future-present can be defined.

The trap is that once we have learned to influence the future-present in any moderate way, we cling to our tools and rules and formula instead of seeking the deeper truth.

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