You cannot create quietly.
Even if the room is silent, inside you a storm rages.
And once you’re done, once you’ve hit publish, entered your final keystroke or lifted your brush from the canvas, you realize, no.
You’re far from done.
Because the noise of your work can be heard across oceans, make one person pick up the phone, put down a drink or give them the courage they were sure was ripped clean from them years ago.
The universe wasn’t created by hydrogen atoms gently tiptoeing around each other.
Welcome the explosion, the crushing pressure and force of gravity, because if you thought it can’t possibly be bigger than you, guess again.