Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.
Bob DylanAnd it dawned on me that I might have to change my inner thought patterns... that I would have to start believing in possibilities that I wouldn't have allowed before, that I had been closing my creativity down to a very narrow, controllable scale... that things had become too familiar and I might have to disorientate myself. p.71
Bob Dylan