In order to create, we need fuel—tumescence.

In order to create with it, we must wrestle with it.

We must work it like clay and direct it with our attention, and we must do it with love or we will have no control over the process.

Love and desire are the only things that can counteract and navigate tumescence. They allow us to see tumescence for its potential power, not for its opposition.

We tend to quit when we enter this wrestling stage. However, the joy is in the wrestling:
discovering our acumen through it, and watching the tumescence convert.

There is no joy quite like watching this conversion process, and yet we choose non-tumescent,
low-maintenance situations and connections in order to avoid the wrestling.

But in doing so,
we miss the conversion.

That which we convert—such as anger into play— becomes beneficial to our experience. Loyalty, devotion, sympathy, and a deep understanding can only happen when we go through the wrestling and conversion; this is craft. In the process of converting, whatever we are converting
is also converting us.

By the time we make it to this stage of expression, the process is like a handmade glove: the fit of it is so impeccable and true to us that no matter what it looks like on the surface, it will have the transmission of congruency and truth to it.