It's Not For You - It's For Me

David Lee
May 8, 2015
2 min read

From here on out, for anyone who reads these posts, it's important for you to know. I write for me. Not for you. So? What's that mean you ask? It means that no one can influence or censor my words and my thoughts, what you get is me, simple. You may feel challenged if you endure the length of these writings, you may think I'm super ridiculous and stupid or brilliant and genius. Keep in mind that I appreciate any feedback but, I do not care what you think. This is who I am and I will not censor my true self. If you don't like it, leave. If you enjoy the honesty, if you enjoy who I am I welcome you to read and discover. I am a person of excess, everything I do is in excess. As this blog continues you will see that and it should be of no surprise. You will feel my mood, you will feel my mindset and my thoughts. They will change often and they will be in excess.

Imagine for a second that all at once, life as we know it exploded into existence. As if it were commanded to do so. In a instant all of creation was born. Much like the Big Bang but, on an incomprhensible scale. Something needs to be at the other end to trigger such an event.

Now imagine an artist, he spends a good portion of his life just learning and eventually finding the means within himself to create art. Art is substance of the soul. This is something with true moving power, something that literally changes lives. Causes an explosion of thought. An artist knows that this comes from something no man can explain. In fact a scientist could insist that passion is not real. How could he say otherwise? Science cannot prove passion, therefore it does not exist. Like the above statement all art needs something to be at the other end, beyond our physical self, to trigger these "events" (art).

What if you didn't know me? My art was stashed and one day found (in a cave) perhaps. There is no doubt that someone made the art and hid it away. No doubt. The art itself is soon discovered to be signed, signatures hidden in each one but nevertheless, signed. Are scientists willing to put together a grand theory on how these pieces formed themselves through a process of natural selection and evolutionary "accidents"? I'm not sorry to brake it to you, there was an artist no matter what theory comes about.

Look around you. Are you not surrounded by art? Are you not art yourself? The truth is there is a creator and His signature is found in all of life. If you deny me as the artist it doesn't make it any less true that I indeed created the art, likewise if you deny Him it doesn;t make Him any less of the creator.