We have too much respect for The Craft.
We do! Just listen to this exchange that went on the other day.
The Craft said
You will write something neat and proper and interesting.
And I responded, head bowed
There's the limits of our physical reality, and then there's the limit we put upon ourselves. The petty, unnecessary and fear based limits. The ones holding you back from living up to your own potential. The limits that becomes reality, through us believing our doubtful voices.
There's enough limits in the world without us adding to them. Let's bring them down instead.
Imagine a meadow with a fence around it. It's warm and sunny, little bees and flowers moving slowly in a light breeze. Well walked trails go up and down through the grass, you stroll around on them. One of them eventually takes you to an edge of the meadow. You stop, look.
Beyond the fence is a forest. The forest is darker, filled with shadows and uncertainty.
That's where we're going today. You coming?
We start out this life infinitely curious, with no regards for should or shouldn’t. We are unruly, wild, overly dramatic and poop all over the place. We point and laugh at people, scream when we’re mad, asks why until we get our parents annoyed.
We are creative. Creating naturally, ideas never ending. We question everything.