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If art imitates life imitates art, then
a)life is poetry set to movement, and
b)music is the process through which life begins and ends, simultaneously.

Therefore, art is life is poetry is music, is a breeze caught on a leaf, is the passion/poison of all the earth combined, is death and decomposition, is simple math of the elements. We are art; you and I are beautiful flesh; the words we speak, however simple, are lyrical; the way we run or reach or fuck is poetic; the way we die, in fact, predetermines the course of remaining life.

And if this is so - if karma and butterfly hurricanes really exist, if life as we know it is a duplicate of what we knew before, and history repeats itself indefinitely, how are we supposed to know the direction in which time moves, whether we're in the present living through the past, or in the present and moving towards the future? Is this, perhaps, why faith exists? Why religions, deeply flawed and proven so, still hold sway with the masses?

But if faith is what keeps people alive, and life is faith, then
a)faith is life is art is poetry is music, and
b)is something true, just because you believe it to be?

If the latter is a 'no', then this implies faith may be false, which discredits all things attached to it: religion, belief, and a long string of imitation.

Perhaps it is safe to conclude then, that without faith, art is fundamentally incorrect.

But then again, isn't it true that art is so fun, because it is so often considered wrong?

This is our existence. We can deny it, accept it, believe it, and/or thrive on it. It is all speculation, it is all relative. The human is in the choice.

Description
If art imitates life imitates art, then
a)life is poetry set to movement, and
b)music is the process through which life begins and ends, simultaneously.

Therefore, art is life is poetry is music, is a breeze caught on a leaf, is the passion/poison of all the earth combined, is death and decomposition, is simple math of the elements. We are art; you and I are beautiful flesh; the words we speak, however simple, are lyrical; the way we run or reach or fuck is poetic; the way we die, in fact, predetermines the course of remaining life.

And if this is so - if karma and butterfly hurricanes really exist, if life as we know it is a duplicate of what we knew before, and history repeats itself indefinitely, how are we supposed to know the direction in which time moves, whether we're in the present living through the past, or in the present and moving towards the future? Is this, perhaps, why faith exists? Why religions, deeply flawed and proven so, still hold sway with the masses?

But if faith is what keeps people alive, and life is faith, then
a)faith is life is art is poetry is music, and
b)is something true, just because you believe it to be?

If the latter is a 'no', then this implies faith may be false, which discredits all things attached to it: religion, belief, and a long string of imitation.

Perhaps it is safe to conclude then, that without faith, art is fundamentally incorrect.

But then again, isn't it true that art is so fun, because it is so often considered wrong?

This is our existence. We can deny it, accept it, believe it, and/or thrive on it. It is all speculation, it is all relative. The human is in the choice.