I wrote this to a fellow writer after admiring their work:
"I know this journey. We the emerging heroes strike at words that fly in the air until at last some of them fall like snow or tears onto the canvas of our creations below, finally resting until all who read it can see it, but not know, the pain, the suffering, the blood, that birthed such words into existence! Is it enough that they appreciate it? To a fellow writing hero, I am glad to journey with you...and follow you along the narrow ridge..."