A young and vital child knows no limit to his own will, and it is the only reality to him. It is not that he wants at the outset to fight other wills, but that they simply do not exist for him. Like the artist, he goes forth to the work of creation, gloriously alone.
I watch ESPN all day. If you come into my trailer, ESPN is on. That's the first thing I do when I leave the set.
Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.