Every man who takes the breathe of life, has conflict written for him. A boy makes his conflict about power and the school yard his battlefield he will be a bully, yet mere meters away another man makes war against ignorance and the classroom his front line, he emerges the teacher. It is the great separator of men, not race, nor class but what he fights for and where he stages it.
Just as to gain a glimpse of the soul of an artist one must first begin to appreciate and understand his works, so too must the appreciation and understanding of mankind take place, in order to gain a glimpse of the supreme force that created it.
People wonder why Hollywood is plagued with depression, some think the fame makes them depressed. I don’t think that’s the case, rather depressed people just happen to make fantastic actors. Being forced to play the role of “everything is alright”, its a role no one wants, but must be played believably for years day in and day out for the comfort of others. For a time they to believe that they are alright, however like any role it is mere illusion, it is not real no matter how desperately they wish it be true.
As a painter to stains the blank canvas with paint, the writer that stains the blank page with ink. Every now and then a different sort of person is born, the kind who manages to stain reality with his dreams, and in doing so, make it his creation.