Listen!
The work defines itself, pulls itself forward, it is nothing like looking at the work afterward or imagining it beforehand, it is done with effort, you feel sore afterward, your mind is involved, it looks on, it goes into the work and comes back out again to itself, it rests and something else does the work, the work exists of itself, it pulls together the place of the work with the doer, it is neither the place nor the doer, it has left the doer, the doer is empty of work, the signs of work are there but not the work, the work is resting in what has been done, it rests but is still work, the work has no end, it travels from doer to doer, each of them empty, none exhausted, the spine is involved, hands, brain, legs, eye, the parts involved are not the work but only the means, the work smells like blood, it has motion, it lives, it is wanted dead or alive, no one has seen the end of work, it follows imagina- tion, it leads imagination, the work is not represented by what it does, it seeks out the doer, the doer sweats, his back will not hold up, his mind is not large enough, he dies and is replaced, that will settle him, let him live for that or stake his reputation on it, he is deserted, he is dust, he lies under the work, he is silent, the work and the doer: neither one is sacred, neither one stays the same.