My answer is: Recognize yourself in others
in writing, sex doesn't matter; it's the writing that matters.
The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.
Everyone ends up moving alone towards the self
Certainly the people who are close to me are happier. They feel freer.
Perhaps the best definition of progress would be the continuing efforts of men and women to narrow the gap between the convenience of the powers that be and the unwritten charter.