I am terrified of writing sometimes. There are so many ways for it to go wrong. I get anxious that the words and sentences I'm creating will not match the thing I've experienced or won't do justice to the importance of the idea. Often, I want to investigate something but do not feel I have the intelligence, understanding, or information I need to do so with any real insight. I often have the desire to be creative but worry I lack the psychic acumen to make anything new or relevant. Oddly, this sense of unknowing is also the very thing that eventually compels me to write. Because on the other side of that initial panic is fascination, the anxious joy of problem-solving, a sense of vastness that occurs when one is puzzling over ineffable...