Good evening, Everybun!
So, we were arting one night, and all was going well until my biped had an "wait - what?" moment. And he started asking us things like, "Did you notice, when you gaze at the sky at night, that the Universe does not have to go to the tar pits - ever? It does not know what a M*nd*y is and couldn't care less. I mean, it has nothing to do, doesn't have to sleep, - that we know - so what's it doing with all the boundless energy and time? It's arting! All the time!"
"Are you getting enough cookies, hoomin? Maybe you're not getting enough ketchup," I asked.
And we went on like that the rest of the evening. Maybe arting is the "resting state" of all that energy. Does the Universe know how incredible the dust clouds we call "The Pillars of Creation" are? Does it care? Does it know anything else but to create, and "art?" And what do we do? We art through the best and the worst of times.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
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