You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive.
Why does wrestling need refs?
So people don’t kill each/badly injure other? Not big on wrestling, but that’s what I’d imagine..
