You may sit down, and look at art. You can comment on it, and you may interpret the beauty of the reds and the golds and the peacock blues as you so desire. Your earning and your yearning do not have to be the same thing.

Museum pieces will be arranged, you will gracefully accept your position and and your dreams. You do not have to go at it alone.

Remember when the thoughts and the poems and the fairies fought their way out? They did so when you were working. They fought and they pushed and they gave birth to themselves.

 

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