I asked the painter, do you see your people as different brushes?
He smiled and said that is a curious idea but, I think you are overthinking it
The idea moves us as the music does
A dance, a surrender of will to embrace not knowing
seeing the smartest men we have seen doing the same
perplexed by the vastness of it and looking for a moment to have a glimpse
of the light that shines for eternity
A proof of immortality of mind
to see the brightness under the closed eyes
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