• What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who only has eyes, if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician, or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet, or even, if he is a boxer, just his muscles? Far from it: at the same time he is also a political being, constantly aware of the heartbreaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring to you so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war. Pablo Picasso

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Stuff Gets Dirty

When that stuff was made, it wasn’t dirty. But it isn’t brand new anymore, there’s dust on it, or someone dropped it in a mud puddle.

Cleaning things up is a perpetual thing that comes about because the universe isn’t locked in crystal and immobile. Even without mud puddles, there is dust.

“Things” there includes spiritual practice, one’s spirits/souls/what have you, and related matters. A regular mental and spiritual hygiene procedure is useful.

Further, as we get older, we pick up wear and tear around the rough edges, or otherwise get dinged up. A superficial cleaning may take the dust off, but there are also those spots that have the sort of worked-in grime that can be visited and revisited and cleaned over and over again and still not shine.

That is worth cleaning up too.

The process of purification – of cleansing – is endless.

But in the beginning, this too was clean, and we hold – under whatever layers of everything else – that purity within us, sacred and holy and waiting to be revealed.