This is the great and terrifying truth about the creative life: Anything we make â all this longing for beauty and meaning, all these reckonings and raptures, these most passionate and personal fragments of being â is just a tiny seed compacting everything we are, blown into the wind that is the world.
Maria Popova, from âRebecca Solnit on Writing, Gardening, and the Life of the Mind,â The Marginalian (24 June 2022)




















