Jesus is the Way
I am not a chapter and verse character in some weird spelling bee. Words are more important than numbers, altho the opposite may seem to be the case.. But numbers are helpful if I want to recall something. For that purpose I carry at hand a voice recorder to jog my memory up a pace. Speak about this now because while I was reading abruptly ran across an wonderful sentence that struck me in the heart. But I lost the notation.
Very rarely will I find a single sentence among so many others that carry with it such drama as that one sentence did. Only it strikes me that I am in this drawn to the drama, rather than to the wisdom. Is it art that carries the message if it is to be remembered?
Art, if one cares to spearhead the definition of art, is not what we do, it is the way that we do it. So from that I gather the art of it all is where the power of the passion comes.
It is definitely not, as one otherwise well-spoken person claimed, anything to do with recreating reality. If reality is real then it cannot be recreated nor resurrected. But art, as a action verb, is the spirit in the, way that we do it, not an inert subject. Anyway, that is the way I slice my bread.
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