Absorb the discomfort of distilled inadequacy and essential pain, to then, sediment the hug you didn’t want to let go of, and layer the kiss you gave without knowing for sure, on top, like a wild mollusk which, in defending itself, is forced to
become
an artist, happily confined to the solitude of the shell, enacting the holy process of creation; manifesting beauty in the object, and happening upon the ultimate purpose in the process.