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We're sitting there, He and I...in the void. There is nothing really, aside from some blinking color and distant stars. Floating before us, are 2 canvases, one for each of us. I have my paints, He has his paints...and we begin to make the arts. We each look lovingly at each others art, but theres something on his that I don't care for, so I reach over and "fix" it with my brush and paint. He looks upset, and it makes no sense to me, because the painting is now better than it was before.
But its not my painting. He is broken and doesnt much care to paint anymore. I understand, and I take my paints and canvas as I walk away, whispering to the void....

"I'm sorry. That was your painting...perhaps you did not want a big red bird on your painting, no matter how pretty the bird. I will use care, to not mess up your painting again."

/end dream.
If only everyone could have this dream.
We are all artists of our own magnificent paintings of life.
We would do well to learn to not be spilling our paints all over each others canvases. Just enjoy the art without trying to make it all yours.

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