I watched this fascinating interview with ray bradbury. I was not aware that his stance on creative work was an exceedingly perfect articulation of the very problematic but equally familiar "do what you love" trope. If that trope makes you feel only "ugh", you will probably not enjoy watching this interview. But I find it tantalizing even as I acknowledge its problems, because the experience of loving (the process, and the output, and the circumstances, and the mystery of) creative work --- it's such a compelling, such a human experience. Or at least --- a kind of human experience that isn't humans-living-in-harmony-with-nature, but a brassier, more imposing humanity, that shapes, that speaks, that leaves a mark on the hillside.
I keep having this feeling reading bits of Blake and Swedenborg and Kazantzakis lately too, a feeling that points at them and says, this is wrong --- but not a petty wrong --- a great wrong, an artful wrong.