I leant on my bucket head and saw that
what happened last week, month, year settles into the mud of being,
in-between the teeth of my tread. excavation brings both muck and
precious stones to the surface.
Pressure precedes the gushing forth
of juice from the wine press. New ideas come leisurely yet promptly
to consciousness only when work has previously been done in forming
the right doors by which theymay gain entrance. Subconscious
maturation precedes creative production in every human endeavour.
Dewey,J. Art
As Experience. (1934)The
Berkley Publishing Group, page 73
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