'Tis true. We're all just starving artists, billions of little microbes that we call skin and bones and organs that come together to make us who we are. We're artists because we're unique. We're artists because we are the result of two thousand years of history--some would even say longer--approximately six hundred billion seconds of the past. But we exist in the present, and we become the future. We are artists, then, because we are the very ghosts, the very skeletons, the very holograms that the past was, the present is, and the future will be.
We are the moments time cannot capture.
So we create with our pens, paint brushes, bodies, lenses...
we carve time, and space.
We craft a world. We build a universe.
We make ourselves.
And then we see what we have become. And we are beautiful, because we have become what the universe intended.
We are the result of two thousand years of fate.
