My life's work
My life’s work is to find out for myself what this spot is like and who lives here, right now. To do this it is essential to be deaf to all the voices out there telling me what it looks like here—as if they could know, or had any right to pronounce on such a question, or were in any position to do so! How, indeed, could I miss such an opportunity and go on overlooking this looker, who is uniquely stationed and equipped for Self-examination? How could I contain, or rather be, my own Secret, and pursue anything but that Secret? Even more so because, viewed from here, it is the most open of all secrets.
From The Face Game by Douglas Harding, page 277.