Sheila Heti

People born from the bird egg are interested in beauty, order, harmony and meaning. They look at nature from on high, in an abstracted way, and consider the world as if from a distance. These people are like birds soaring—flighty, fragile and strong.

One thousand eggs are the concern of a fish, whereas the person hatched from the egg of a bear clutches one special person close, as close as they possibly can.

People born from these three different eggs will never completely understand each other.

But is that even possible—for an artist to shape their impulse into a form which is not, in the end, an art form?

People born from these three different eggs will never completely understand each other. They will always think that those born from a different egg have their priorities all wrong

Nothing makes a person feel like their life’s work—or their self—is less seen than when it’s being judged by someone from a different egg

But is that even possible—for an artist to shape their impulse into a form which is not, in the end, an art form?

The heart of the artist is a little bit hollow. The bones of the artist are a little bit hollow. The brain of the artist is a little bit hollow. But this allows them to fly. Those who aren’t hatched from the bird egg might wonder why it was birds—who centre their thoughts on their own selves—who were born to give the
world its metaphors, pictures and stories. Why should it have been given to the birds?

A bird can learn to walk on the ground like a bear, and they can spend their whole life walking—but they will never be happy this way. While a fish on the shore gasps for breath, desperate to get back to the sea.

Her flowers make us think of the flowers in the soul of the person who put them there. It is the flowers in the soul of the person who put them there that make us happy and enliven our hearts. The beauty of the flowers is a clue to the beauty of a human heart. They are a keyhole into a human heart.

And what opens one heart opens many.