17:08.

me:

Why do artists paint, writers write, photographers shoot?

We seek to immortalise someone else's beauty which in one rare moment was unveiled. Humbled to be privy, enraptured by the echos of eden, we capture it.

We capture it because it's in our very soul's essence to do so. We capture it because it is our revolt against all that is wrong in the world, our protest against how linear time sweeps such beauty away from us. We capture it because it is good.

And with it, we hope to show our fellow sojourners the goodness that still exist in our living.

'cause we see very clearly too, like you do, no doubt, that the world is quite screwed up. and we, like you, no doubt, see too that the world still possesses great beauty of the Divine.

So in this cosmic time frame the world walks a one-way street in, we create, we press the "stop" button when the good passes so we can look at it again when everything else seems grey, wrong and stinking bad.

We are watchmen on the towers, history keepers, scribes. Largely forgotten, sometimes despised and labelled as voyeurs, almost never money-ed and probably scorning such categorised rewards with inarticulate understanding.

Why do artists paint, writers write, photographers shoot?

Because it is what we are meant to do.