Human art is pseudo creation. I, as a writer, did not invent language. And you, as a painter, did not invent color. The humanist will say, look, we invented these words and assigned sounds to concept; language is ours. And look, we made these paints and designed shapes; color is ours.

But no human is responsible for the material world nor for his own ability to mold and craft it. We do not create so much as we rearrange what has already been created.

And how fortunate are we in a position of capability and power in such a time and place to be able to make art. I do not mean to belittle art, I still think it is the most important thing we have. I mean only to say: let it flow through you, rather than try and grasp and wield all of it at once, all by yourself.