The Way of the Artist

I no longer believe that my soul is supposed to die and never again interfere with the progress of the spirit. Surely it, too, is to be redeemed. And if it is, then I will require one who can understand it. Who knows, without me having to say it. Who is seeing the world in his own artistic way. I do not want to cope with the loneliness of being misunderstood. I would rather be content to be understood well, even if it is only by the Lord.