The Growth

It must have been the first dose, like the first glass of Sekmai you would have had as a teenager, that must have made you see things. But, my child, when your ability to comprehend something so rudimentary as learning the alphabetical letters is being misconstrued as the oeuvre of the craft then you soon, not later, will find yourself in a decay called philistinism. If you are aware, Michael was either drunk or stoned, yet he was always thinking, and his nights were sleepless, for he was never happy with what he had created, and people had considered them masterpieces.

The fact is, my child, you learn with the work, and at the same time, in that unwavering intensity you work with the reality that you are in this tower, which could be just a hovel, from where you issue out works for those what they called ‘the varied lots’. A similar one would be of those masters in the Ottoman's zenith of those blind master illustrators or those who would poke their own eyes with needles to gain fame.

See, things just don't fly off the shelves or from the walls; instead they draw in and thus a gravitational pull is created, and one fine instance would be the great works of architecture or the great books that you would hunt for in stores. When people talk about something, it doesn't mean that it can withstand the test of time; you know, people are always full of shit and they are incapable of understanding the very shit in which they are. You tell them that shit is good and make a few others to say the same, and soon that shit will be what they call 'trend'. See, the word is 'trend', but not the creation which would occur when your coordinated mind and heart are at work.

If years later, you turn around to look at your own creation and you can laugh at your own works, for you have spotted flaws, then you have progressed in your art. So if you have had your Sekmai, then try others and also try to find out how the best drinks are brewed instead of how they should be had in the most stylish manner which will make you no different from any loyal Harrods costumer or slaves.