So many reasons to write, and yet, there is a judgment system to determine whether the writing is worth something.

I think sometimes that what we absorb from around us - ideas I mean, though they can come to us in many forms, may only become absorbed when the conditions are right, ripe?. I think sometimes that something is too different, too whack for us to be able to integrate it within us without causing a damaging split. Ideas somehow take on a materiality when they get inside of us. Sometimes we just need to wait until something has become a little more divested of meaning.