I read a book awhile ago about a woman who was told to draw the same chipped teacup 100 times. The first five or six times she was fascinated. Then she got bored for the next dozen. Then exasperated and really sick of the teacup. Then she saw through the teacup, was enlightened, and could have drawn it a hundred more times!
I have only lived with Eshu for a dozen weeks (though I've known him all my life), and I'm at the stage now where I'm tired of him. I've read all the stories I want to read about him. Drawn all I want to draw. Made the mask. Posted the posts. Wrote the paper.
This is where I heave a sigh and wait for more.
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