A great painting. or symphony, or play, doesn't diminish us, but enlarges us, and we, too, want to make our won cry of affirmation to the power of creation behind the universe. This surge of creativity has nothing to do with competition, or degree of talent. When I hear a superb pianist, I can't wait to get to my own piano, and I play about as well as I did when I was ten. A great novel. rather than discouraging me, simply makes me want to write. This response on the part of any artist is the need to make incarnate the new awareness we have been granted through the genius of someone else.
.... It is beauty crying out for more beauty. (Circle of Quiet 147)
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