On Being a Nobody

It was about the middle of the 1930s, when I first read about Zen, that I began to perceive the delicious efficacity of being a nobody. Not that I had ever longed to be a somebody. No, all I had ever begged of the Creator was to permit me to become a writer. Not a sensational writer, or a celebrated one, either. Just a writer.
— from "Stand Still Like the Hummingbird" by Henry Miller