The power of the creative mind is directly related to the degree to which it inhabits the truth.
All day long, I’m conscious of policing truth’s borders. When at night I fall asleep from exhaustion, the lies begin to worm their way in again. When I cycle back out of deep sleep at 3AM, their clamoring sets my mind back to work.
Can’t you give it a rest, guys?
No, not you, dear reader. Them.