"There is a curious paradox which no one can explain. Who understands the secrets of the reaping of the grain? Who understands why spring is born out of winter's laboring pain, Or why we all must die a bit before we grow again?
I do not know the answer, I only know it's true: I hurt them for that reason... And myself a little bit too."
-- from The Fantasticks
The trouble with writing is that it is a curious paradox sometimes. It is the most difficult and the simplest act at once, and you've got to be crazy to try it. It's nice to know that there are bunch of other loonies in it with you.