You came upon me carving some kind of little figure out of wood and you said, “Why don’t you make something
for me?”
I asked you what you wanted, and you said, “A box.”
“What for?”
“To put things in.”
“What things?”
“Whatever you have,” you said.
Well, here’s your box.
Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full.
Pain and excitement are in it,
and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts
and good thoughts—the pleasure of design and some despair
and the indescribable joy of creation.
And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you.
And still the box is not full.
If you found this to be compelling, do anything in your power to pick up a copy of East of Eden.
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Starting the second chapter of your life (post-East of Eden)” — Trevor