Our intentions remain uncorrupted by effort. Effort, then, corrupts intention only because intention is so high, so great, as to seem forever beyond fulfillment. Effort will corrupt intention, no doubt, because the real is doomed to fall short of the ideal, and there will no doubt be more error than glory, but think of the glory in spotting the error, correcting it, learning from it. Think of the nobility of decontaminating the dream error by error, of redeeming and redreaming it, again and again. Think of the joy of fulfilled creative intentions, of dreams realized.
Effort is vital.
And something evermore about to begin, I would add. Because to begin is to be again.