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Creativity and adoration of art and its mysterious beauty has knocked at my door so many times that I often feel it is having a negative as well as a positive effect upon my psyche. Its beauty is so powerful that it can paralyze me, and I put it out of reach. Why me? Wanting to create more when so much beauty already exists? So much already so perfectly done? Forgetting that art and beauty are as ever abundant as the eternal flowers and the baby birds hatching from the safe confines of their vulnerable shells—the only difference between them and me being my painful awareness of our existence. All of us. Of our beingness. And so much more of which we are not aware. Art and creativity make it possible to even begin to imagine what it is and can become.