Once upon a time I considered it a great tragedy when people misunderstood me.
I would argue for hours on end in an effort to show why I was justified in having the particular set of sensitivities, tastes, and opinions that belonged to me.
Now I place a higher priority on being personally satisfied with how I lead my life rather than on convincing others that my worldview is congruent with whatever their definition of righteousness happens to be.
If I didn’t have a personal legacy I was hell-bent on fulfilling, I would most surely take the time to refute my enemies and silence my critics.
But a good creator must never confuse his work with the arguments he sets forth for why he does the work he does.
No amount of defending will ever amount to creating nor will any amount of explaining ever satisfy those who are not themselves busy creating.