The artist's journey is enacted on two opposite but linked planes: the mystical and the matter of fact.

Here's Rosanne Cash from her extraordinary memoir Composed.

We find our voice that same way. Project by project. Subject by subject. Observing in happy amazement as a new "us" pops out each time.

But who is this self they seek to discover?

That house is my psyche. The new rooms are parts of me I have never, till I dreamt them, been aware of.

The artist's journey, as we've said, is about linking the conscious mind to the superconscious. It's about learning to shuttle back and forth between the two.

Rather she sees, with the vision of imagination, what lies beneath the box scores and the market quotes. She sees what is real and brings it forth so that others can see it.

The process is to me one of those everyday miracles, simultaneously mind-bending in its implications and common as dirt. Like the act of giving birth, it is at the same time miraculous and everyday.

They enter the Second World and come back to the First with something that had never existed in the First World before.