I cannot help but believe that there is a truth, somewhere, somehow, as an eternal reality, a Platonic ideal form, a devine model. From it, infinitely intricate variations can be generated, each resonating with the essential spirit of the truth.
I cannot help but believe that there is a devine mandate on me, someday, somewhere it will be clearly revealed. At that time I will be completely clear that all the struggle, tears, laughter, triumph and dispair are part of the holly plan to support and shape me for that mission.
- reading "Writer's Journey" by Vogler
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