Take a moment to imagine ordinary. Ordinary is scary. By rights making everything plain unimaginary. Pretend the world only had one painting. There would be no opinions and no worse and best ranking. Just the acknowledgment of it being there. Sure it might be easy. Sure it might cause sameness. But a world without individual ideas is living in a metaphysical lameness. There would be no games. There would be no jests. And everyone would have nothing to strive for. No one would want to be the best. But relax. Sit back and realize, this isn't our lives. We have our creativity. Or indifference and our own deities. So worry not those who heed me. But make sure you do something. Anything. That way we can play our games. And have our names. And though we are alike, we aren't the same.
