If something powerful leaves you and there is no one in the receiving address, or the receiving address does not receive it -then this something makes all the way back to you.
For there is a kind of a law: what is being issued by a source and is not being assimilated by a recipient – must return back to the source of it arising.
Otherwise it wanders around the world, homeless, like lost children, looking for home, and so in the absence of an embracing receiving-home, it is being pulled back to its parents.
We issue something, anything, out of us, in order that someone would hug it and then put his input in it and then return it, enriched, back to us.
If you love someone and your love is not being accepted and returned back to you plus the love of that someone – then your love returns back to you empty-handed and knocks you down with the power of your own love.
No one is an island, no one is a rock, we all need confirmation.
Artists, and authors, and thinkers – when their creative work does not get accepted – are getting the power of their own work flying back at them.
Now, the higher or the more powerful is the quality and the level of the output of the creative work of the artist or writer or thinker – so should be the reception of his work, otherwise the discrepancy would cost him.
So recognition and acceptance, is either a matter of survival for him, or it will cost him his health, mental stability and his general wellbeing.
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The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
“I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
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