There's been a group of Buddhist monks on campus this week creating a mandala. It's made me quite contemplative. They've put incredible effort and focus into the task of creating this work of art. By the time it is completed, eight nor nine monks will have spent three days working on it. The result is an amazing work of art. When it's finished, they will destroy it.
We writers put an incredible amount of work into our art, crafting works that we hope are amazing to someone. Would you put the same effort into your work, the same detail, the same focus and concentration, if you knew, without a doubt, that it would be destroyed shortly after you finished?
We writers put an incredible amount of work into our art, crafting works that we hope are amazing to someone. Would you put the same effort into your work, the same detail, the same focus and concentration, if you knew, without a doubt, that it would be destroyed shortly after you finished?