Ratdog @ MindSay

When I ran on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese,
Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece...

And what picture shall I paint upon this canvas today? What palette will cover all my thoughts as I pick up a brush and begin to shape the world as I see it? What style will I use to show the world how I see it on this day? What will be the subtle hues that I choose to paint this masterpiece? Should I use large, broad strokes or delicate fine lines to give my impression of all that has been impressed upon me?

There are times such as these when I wonder why I see the world the way I do. Why is it that I can take a random thought and turn it into something that grows slowly, but I know will eventually blossom into something totally unexpected? There are so many things in this life that I will never truly understand and possibly I am so much better for this lack of understanding. I wonder if I ever do achieve some degree of understanding, will this bring an end to everything that can pour forth from my mind because I will be able to artificially manipulate the process. Will I become mechanical in my action and will all who read this realize that fact? Will understanding destroy creativity?

And that is what is on my mind - does knowledge kill creativity? Does complete knowledge of a subject destroy all the wonder and amazement found in something that lacks absolute understanding? If I had all the answer to all the questions, would I stop being me? Would my absolute understanding end all the wonderment that I possess as I sit here adding splashes of color to this previously blank canvas? But even above and beyond all that would impact me personally, would others still stop by if I possessed all the knowledge that I seek?

And I will begin with a sky blue as I gaze off to the heavens, wondering about all that is beyond my comprehension, all that is beyond the realm of a mortal man. Why is it that I have this uncontrollable urge to tell the world everything even if this everything happens to be nothing in particular? What is my ultimate purpose in being? Where will my journey go once my vehicle has been returned to the earth from whence it came?

And to my picture I will add varying shades of green for all the life that I see before. Large strokes of green that fill about half of my masterpiece, greens that are big and bold for al the world to see just as all can see me as I am, naked in this forest, celebrating the fact that I am alive and free in this world. I am here as whom I am and I have nothing to hide from and no one has to fear me being in their presence...

And subtle tones of brown will fill the lower portion of this painting that will remind me of where I can from, where my roots are, and where I will someday return. The earth gives us life and in it we shall live. And buried deep within the land we can dig up all that has come before and we will shine a light about that that has been hidden from us. The past though it is hidden can be unearthed at any time revealing who we really are, who we have become. And the truth is there for all to discover if only they take the time to dig deep enough...

And with delicate, fine strokes I will add small splashes of reds, yellows, purples and these will represent the fruits of my labours for though they may be sparse in number and few and far between, they are there never the less. And I will rejoice in the fruits that I have reaped for they are good, nourishing for the soul. And I take a piece and hand it to all those who wish to enjoy a taste. And though they are few in number, they will still shine brighter than all else in my life and they will be the first thing that many will notice of me and they may be the only thing that some will ever see in me...

And such is the masterpiece that I have painted on this day and that will hang forever in my gallery so that all may gaze upon and wonder at as long as they remain behind that velvet rope that separates me from the rest of the world...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...