My writing is like a ten gallon spring. It can issue from the ground
anywhere at all. On smooth ground it rushes swiftly on and covers
a thousand li in a single day without difficulty. When it twists and
turns among mountains and rocks, it fits its form to things it meets:
unknowable. What can be known is, it always goes where it must go, always
stops where it cannot help stopping -- nothing else. More than that,
even I cannot know.
-- Su Shih
