Rhythm is the basis of life, not steady forward progress. The forces of creation, destruction, and preservation have a whirling, dynamic interaction.

The pure impulse of dynamic creation is formless; and being formless, the creation it gives rise to can assume any and every form.

In a time of destruction, create something.

The only un-distractable, un-destructable, "thing", yet also the foundation of all pure creation, is "nothing.

Why do people insist on creating things that will inevitably be destroyed? Why do people cling to life, knowing that they must someday die? ...Knowing that none of it will have meant anything once they do?

The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.