That it wasn't even really faith in me specifically was comforting because it was more mysterious than even that, it was about trusting the art made by people since people have been. Trusting that the point is ingrained, which is always a better point anyway. A more complex point. I just put a new screen saver on my computer with fish and spent a few minutes this morning looking at the virtual fish. They were soothing.
Fish are good to look at.
If I want to look at fish, that can be more useful this exact moment than trying to figure out why this particular goddamn character is being such a pain in the ass. Also, I think the way to get the unconscious revved up is to make a little contract with time, i.e. I have to sit at the desk for this long every day, a set amount, and that's just the law. I believe in laws like that. Then the unconscious knows what's what, it's like a teenager, and it will follow those laws. Eventually it'll start putting out.