In the first of his Letters to a Young Poet, Rainier Maria Rilke writes as follows. "You ask if your verses are good. You ask me. You have previously asked others. You send them to journals. You compare them with other poems, and you are troubled when certain editors reject your efforts. Now (as you have permitted me to advise you) I beg you to give all that up. You are looking outwards, and of all things that is what you must now not do. Nobody can advise and help you, nobody. There is only one single means. Go inside yourself. Discover the motive that bids you write; examine whether it sends its roots down to the deepest places of your heart, confess to yourself whether you would have to die if writing were denied you." (Dover edition, 2002, pp. 11-12). Is it overly extreme to think that a photographer cannot grow by heeding the critical comments others have provided? How might contemplating one's death if one couldn't engage in photography any longer inform his/her work? And are these related questions?