If art is there to prove that people may
Attempt to prove they can create in time
A universe within the mind that sways
The heart as surely as the stars sway mine,
That makes the blood a river longing for
The sea, makes a microbe, stand for something,
Makes a tree a bone rooted to the core
Of ever existence and every thing;
Then I have found that some Artists create
A greater world than money ever made –
For living for living’s sake is a State
And loving because you can, is a trade.
Art’s truly not a rarified pursuit
But humanities intimate tribute.