I do not want [photography] explained to me in terms of. . . formulas, learned, but so hopelessly unsatisfying. I do not want my butterfly stuck on a pin and put in a glass case. I want to see the sunlight on its wings as it flits from flower to flower and I don't care a rap what its Latin name may be.
Your suffering only matters if it connects you to the suffering of others, if it heals them too.