We should try not to forget what it’s like to not know. The brilliant spontaneity of ignorance, the possibilities afforded by knowing no limit of expression, the potential of being mostly incapable and not knowing it—work produced as such has a quality, an energy, buried deep inside. We may go back one day and be surprised by the recklessness of our old creations and inspired by such chaotic energy. Those first projects exist out of time, criticism, or expectation. They are as you were. And think how remarkably easy it is, to be as hard on others as you were on yourself.