I had hardly begun to read
I asked how can you ever be sure
that what you write is really
any good at all and he said you can't
you can't you can never be sure
you die without knowing
whether anything you wrote was any good
if you have to be sure don't write ...
W. S. Merwin 'Berryman' from Opening the Hand (1983)
In my teenage years I searched for answers in the shake of coins or in the symbols on an astrology chart. Now my divination of choice is the random opening of books. These words, found in an old notebook while I dithered and grumbled and in the full grip of not knowing, came as a stern reminder. You can't really know so get on with it. Sigh. Is it cheating to search again for a message that I would prefer to hear?