whatiwas

the artist is the worst kind of god, all the power and none of the skills, the most-missed of which being humility which, let's face it, we all could use a bit more of--the learners included and perhaps most of all. the artist creates by design, watching over creation like it knows it can, running away to see what everyone else dreams because it, too, has seen this night, and it knows that the darkness is vacuum if it has no one there to believe it exists. it still doubts that, yes, even after all these years, it still doubts itself in terms of visits from strangers and random acts and other trappings of aristocracy. the artist creates by design and designs a belief untl others are taken in to do the same, taking its achievement and building upon it (within reason).