Wisdom

A handwritten poem by poet <n>Blake Auden</n>.

The '<n>Kindergarten Thinking</n>' diagram by <n>Mitchel Resnick</n>, from <n>ResetNYC</n>.

Digital illustration by <n>Deltavenus</n>.

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light, and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery — celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: ‘It’s not where you take things from — it’s where you take them to.’

The poem <n>My Symphony</n> by <n>William Henry Channing</n>.

A poem from the book <n>Love and Space Dust</n>.

“When you love someone, you can’t just tell them,” she said. “What do you mean?” her friend asked.

“If you say ‘I love you’, how are they supposed to understand? It’s like trying to comprehend the universe.

You have to show them quietly. A coffee. An extra day off. Room to stand under the same umbrella.

Take the universe apart and give them the stars.”