stands beneath

To be critical of a man's work; to be consciously aware of self-perceived discrepancies, and then to voice them or place them in print form, is to be out of shape, out of touch, and out of sorts with the life process as a whole. If this type is done for money, and contained within a self rightousness void of the new, it is done so free from gifts not perceived, but given to those who see something good and right in this awkward place. It could be the form they choose is one of transformation reflective of the everyday. In this type, there can be no comparison for criticism. This is indeed progression that truely has limits only to the imagination through which all good things come; and some bad things too I suppose. Even in response to the bad things, those who critize do so out stagnation and reporting. There can be no creativity in that place.