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To create, to bring something to life from nothing…is like falling into a deep abyss of dreams, drifting into the unknown. I do not control creation, or will it into existence as it pleases me, I listen for it to call me from somewhere in the depths and I answer. I do not create only because I love to, but because I am compelled to. It starts as a nudge, then a tingle, and it pulls and pulls in my mind and at my hands until I sit down and allow it to form itself before me. I have drawn, written, sculpted, felt the movements of many forms of martial arts…sometimes they are directed, sometimes not, but they are all inspired. They all have beauty within their souls, and this is why I could never stop creating even if I wanted to. Creation nourishes me and keeps me whole. The song, the dance of creation is different for each of us, but there are so many empty words and things in this world it is damaging to the fragile spirit. So I ignore them. I listen to the hum of the universe, the whisper of the Earth, and the voice of blood. My blood.