I used to worry that it had all been said, seen, heard, and done already. Compared to the course of so many billions human lives, anything I might contribute would be nothing.  After the thought, I would go eat or have a great conversation with my close friend and not see the irony.

Then I went to book stores and didn’t find. I went to galleries and on line and could not find. I went to friends and family and came back without. I did find similar outlooks in conversations with my best friend though. But in other matters  it dawns on me that the way I see things & the way I want them seen, is so different that the only way they are presented that way is if I do it.

So, how valuable is something that improves lives but can only be found in one place? I love the way Whistler dealt with vexations, “Come, let us purge ourselves. Let us make us an etching.”

Indeed.