There are two types of thinkers in the world, it seems to me: those who take the unlimited fuel of the imagination and transform it into the soaring flight of counterpoint and unexpected juxtaposition we call creativity—and those who wrangle with the scarce and chaotic raw material of the real world and struggle for some semblance of order.
There are no winners or losers in this contest. In fact, there is no contest at all: for each side of this conflict is essential to the complex and frustrating dialectic of what the human condition is all about.
The result, however, is a gestalt of civility and barbarism; hedonism and spirituality; godliness and devilment; scarcity and abundance; that makes this world such a wonderful place to spend a life.
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