The first work of the writer, as I understand it, is not his first draft or his outline; his true beginning is inspiration.
This moment is the inventor’s fuel, it is the theologian’s revelation, and the philosopher calls it his epiphany.
Without this inspiration, our works lack the brilliance, creativity, and pathos that characterize all meaningful endeavors.
We are “created in Christ to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us.”
I fear that we spend our lives completing tasks, instead of a mission, and the “good works”, which could have been ours, are left undone. Our schedules are full, but our lives are not.
Our world is full of works that are mundane and colorless and uninspired, and it is not begging us to produce one more that is devoid of any true virtue or significance.
If we filter our creations through what is born of inspiration I think we will discover a need to retool some our lives, and abandon some projects all together.
I would run my own life through these painful criteria, but I fear that I lack the moral courage to act upon what I find.