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64 Steven Pressfield

What does this mean to us—the artists and entrepreneurs in the
trenches?

It means that before the dragon
of Resistance reared its ugly head

and breathed fire into our faces,
there existed within us a force so
potent and life-affirming that it
summoned this beast into being,

perversely, to combat it.

It means that, at bottom, Resistance is not the towering, all-
powerful monster before whom we are compelled to quake in
terror. Resistance is more like the pain-in-the-ass schoolteacher
who won’t let us climb that tree in the playground.

But the urge to climb came first.

That urge is love.

Love for the material,
love for the work, love for our
brothers and sisters to whom we

will offer our work as a gift.