Remember the root word of humble and human is the same: humus: earth. We are dust. We are created; it is God who made us and not we ourselves. But we were made to be co-creators with our maker.

Wild nights are my glory!

the artist is not separate from the work and therefore cannot judge it.

A great painting or symphony or play, doesn't diminish us, but enlarges us, and we, too, want to make our own cry of affirmation to the power of Creation behind the Universe.

God understands. And God understands that part of us which is more than we think we are.

I would like to travel light on this journey of life, to get rid of the encumbrances I acquire each day.

Speaking of ways, pet, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract.