We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It's interesting how everyone has a mountain they go after again and again. Some with vision like Cezanne delight others, some torment themselves and others (repetition compulsion), some just amateur enthusiasts like myself take thousands of blurry photos of the morning mist, hoping to capture the fleeting glimpse of heaven. As a friend of mine remarked last week, it's all about seeing. A kind of pilgrimage, even if some are more skilled in recording and communicating their vision than others! God gives even the most mundane and limited of us glimpses of His glory if we do not screw up our eyes against Him. A painting like this may inspire someone who flees a sermon, but anyone who paints or takes pictures is after the same thing, what Blake was on about
"To see [a]1 World in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour."
One of my cherished mental pictures of my hero Winston Churchill is of him painting pictures with his beloved ginger cat at his side at Chartwell...The hero of WWII doggedly creating! No Cezanne, but bless the impulse to paint!