Talk about it only enough to do it. Dream about it only enough to feel it. Think about it only enough to understand it. Contemplate it only enough to be it.
We breathe life into our passion with our constructs of deception. Our reality is based on fictions continually modified by contemplative imagery. Such a wonderful place is this to be! Where else could I survive? Where else would I find purchase? The elevation of a craft designed solely to deceive? Oh what a priceless gift I've received!
I take it not lightly, this art. I spend hour after hour in a conscious quest to achieve that which will be perceived as real. Imitate life. Initiate a strike. Feel my pulse. I'm alive.