As I work to present my own creations to a sea of secret creatures I shudder to reveal that which is sacred creation yet this creation is not my own. Creation, a reflection of the creator within, formed from the clay awake with the breath of life. Created to create...why should I be ashamed. What fear of failure can keep down the spirit presence within. Oh dreadful fear that contorts that which is great. Oh what blameless shutters that work to block out the light.