Although the author is likely never entirely satisfied, it is undeniable that, upon finishing a work, when he recalls its beginning—when there was little more than intention and expectation—he must conclude that something special has happened. Sometimes, it is noticing the unimaginable path the creation has taken, and consequently the unexpected outcome, that brings the satisfaction of knowing he has brought something new into being, that he has, at last, done justice to the task he set out to accomplish. Perhaps it is not much, and perhaps this satisfaction does not outweigh the dissatisfaction with the final product; but an author finds fulfillment only through creation, and improves only by building upon what he has already created. A completed work, therefore, will never be so bad that it does not teach him at least one good lesson.