It's not that I don't want to listen to you, but the gift of quick 'n wicked wit is accompanied by a mind that shoots in multiple directions at once. The 'gift' comes when you learn to slow your mind down enough to grab onto at least a few of those incredible, inspired ideas, and use them to complete, amuse and compete with others. Within the splitting of a second, you must mold it into your art, and set it off, allowing it to explode into wonder like fireworks. Like any art whether it's music, paintings, sculpted matter, words or laughter, the amusements that we reap some how connect us to our most divine selves-that place where you are home, free. Through art we allow ourselves to identify with emotions from which we would otherwise hide. Broken hearts, death, grief and awakenings are all forbidden parts of ourselves that we need to touch, if we are ever to release ourselves from the bondage of our human forms.
So forgive me, please. Although it may have seemed that I was not with you, I was, just floating away on one of your tangents. Maybe one day I'll capture it in my own face, where you will see yourself.
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