Why does a writer write? Why does a poet compose, or an artist paint? Are we not a reflection of our Creator, Who spoke the worlds into existence, that He might give life to Beauty? He opened His mind and heart, and the universe spilled out of Him. Thus, created in His image, the Beauty of life, even rife with toils and tragedies, spills out of us in myriad splendor. Life itself is a work of art, and a reflection of our perception.