There goes Adam with the devil's head.

Life is a spider webbed woman cackling in her rocking chair. Which of us will understand her crazy logic enough to cackle back? Then we will sit back and enjoy the clouds roll by on hills. Then we can watch the waves rush in and retreat. And then we can speak to her face to face, questioning and correcting and creating from the soul.

It is my belief that we are meant to create. If we believe in God and that we are created within his image, then it makes perfect sense for us to mimic his first action towards us. It seems illogical to drift through life ooing and ahhing at other peoples originality. Make something new. Write what you've never read. Paint what no one has seen. Play what isn't heard.