Art occurs to me now as a channeling of this primordial awe of life into a form. It is the mark of a master to imbue a form with enough of their own awe of the first lived experience that the secondhand consumer of the art can almost experience the same awe as the first. And all that is ever inspiring the art in the first place is life itself. So why do we even channel the awe of life into an art form? For others to consume it, of course. But the point here is that life is art. Your life, as you are living it now—seeing whatever you see with your eyes, hearing whatever you hear with your ears—is art. Sure, sometimes it’s more sensational, which is why the famous art pieces are of bloody battles and forbidden loves. But even your everyday life is as sensational as any of the greatest artworks. And you have a front-row ticket to the film. Even more, you are in the film. You are its main character.