We're part of the unfolding world, surfing the chaotic waves
It's soothing to realize that my mind's processes are inherently uncontrollable.
I am, as it were, an eye that the cosmos uses to look at itself. The Mind is not mine alone; the Mind is everywhere.
All living things are gnarly, in that they inevitably do things that are much more complex than one might have expected.
I like a book better if I can't predict what's going to happen.
Advice to beginning SF writers? Write a lot, finish what you write, and when it's done, keep sending it out for quite awhile.