A young writer once came to me years ago and said, "Why write anything? It's all been said." And I said, "Yes, but not by you."
And I think unless you believe in the sacred individuality of everyone, then you don't believe in writing at all. Because no metaphor can have any real meaning unless, having originated in the mind of the poet, it finds soil to make its resurrection in the mind of somebody else.
Don't ever underestimate the value, the real estate value of the human imagination. I can change this landscape in my mind into words on paper, and I make a pretty good living at it, and I get a great feeling from it too.