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The perpetuity of our expressions of creativity dulls us to the miracle of its continuance.
We take air for granted seldom giving it any thought.
It’s only in its absence that we fully realize its necessity.
Our perpetual creativity is likewise often lost in familiarity, but unlike air we are never in danger of its absence.
We create our surroundings thought by thought.
We are creative beings of light.