Who will teach me to write?

I am reading 'The Writing Life' by Annie Dillard at present. At last after weeks I have got a chance to read it. It is such a treat if you are one of those who know the joys of fleshing out abstract ideas into concrete words which very well may not be so concrete after all.
In response to the question posed above, Dillard gives a very real and yet a very ethereal response,
"The page, the page, that eternal blankness, the blankness of eternity which you cover slowly, affirming time’s scrawl as a right and your daring as necessity; the page, which you cover woodenly, ruining it, but asserting your freedom and power to act, acknowledging that you ruin everything you touch but touching it nevertheless, because acting is better than being here in mere opacity, the page, which you cover slowly with the crabbed thread of your gut; the page in the purity of its possibilities; the page of your death, against which you pit such flawed excellences as you can muster with all your life’s strength; that page will teach you to write."
I think it is a writer's response to the core and what more, it is incredible!