The Instinct of Art
We get no credit for living. No prestige for breathing in the good air, for eating, consuming; then exhaling poison, crapping disease, passing noxious gases, piling up trash: our environmental sins.
We’ll die. We all do. We know it’s coming. A zero-sum life is waste making waste. But art lives on. Art has soul. Bodies rot in catacombs, but our souls and spirits travel the Earth, through time and space, into the Universe, beholding life through art.
Look both ways daily as you live your story.
Real life falls into the gaps between our living selves and our eternal art.
Our Literary Journey 
We are all but memories until we are not!
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I like the idea of my soul living on through art.
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I’m with you.
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I do like that idea that after we are gone, our artful essence flows on..
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Me too 😇
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He he he ..
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Hear hear!
(Heart heart; art art)
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🙂
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I do hope you’re right Bill!
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🙂 Of course I’m right.
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That’s a nice thought, Bill. I guess I’ll have to keep on writing then 😉
-David
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Please do, David.
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❤
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