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An Explanation for the Blind
For the painter Who reaches for his camel hair brush To again attempt to recreate Onto a reincarnated tree An unbelievable sunset, For the dancer Who through graceful movements And passionate music Communicates deep emotions. For the carver Who strips away At a rough and ugly block of wood To reveal the exquisite creature He sees hidden inside, For the writer Who resists sleep to record The flash of inspiration Some ordinary daily routine has given him, For the potter Who takes a simple lump of clay And punishes it, molds it, and forms it Into the sculpture he sees in his minds eye, For all the artists Ever asked the well-meant, but Painful question “Why? Why not something reliable?” I offer an explanation, A reason for our madness: We do not create because we can, We create because we must! 
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