a parade of nobility seen from above

I'll give you the bottom line first. I can't undo it all and I can't try again.

It seems so much more important to know where you're going than to know what you're doing. In a time and place that should be crackling with creative support, inspiration and just depth there is mostly fear. Cynicism, once a prudent survival tool, has infiltrated the minds of the young and unproven to such an extent that a new idea actually making it from start to finish and ending up with the appropriate audience requires such astronomical timing and blind luck that one might have similar odds of hitting it big by sitting on a lawnchair in a suburban basement scratching keno tickets.

There are too many untrained curators. Opinions fly on the Internet without consequences. In person, people have learned to be guarded and will only step onto the limb they live on. They'll talk and advise and vastly overindulge in industry-specific soothsaying because while they hold court there they are the last word. And with so many people desperately afraid to be pulled out of their tiny comfort zones we end up with a whole lot of aggressive and negative commentary. We read negative as realistic so the most worst-case-scenario the diatribe the more unstoppable the message. It's killing our culture.

This is the world I see when I wake up in the morning to contemplate my direction anew. Then I wish I could have understood earlier how urgent the situation would become.