Do you believe you are the artist,
or do you believe you have been drawn?
I think he’s operating under a completely different paradigm.
No, not really
anything else would be insignificant.
We are each our own painter, the world is as beautiful (or not as beautiful) as we create it be.
we are the art
It is art inside of art
Yeah, well human beings are built a certain way and when you throw starvation and disease and indifference at them, it’s quite difficult, given their constitution, to “create” a beautiful world. I’d say we have a limited palette, i.e. physical and conceptual constraints, such that we cannot paint anything we please as beautiful (unless we lie to ourselves).
Not quite sure what this refers to. You don’t think Jayson is operating under a different paradigm than you?
Some paint through their eyes, and some paint through the eyes of others and some will just paint.
Not all art will be beautiful.
And then there is the bigger picture
I think you are thinking too much Fuse. 
probably. and I’ve hit that threshold where fatigue has crept silently up on me and stalls my every thought, so I shall be going to bed now. anyways, nice to meet you SkyBear.
You too Fuse
You were fun company these last few hours. Good night~
I am the self portrait.
I am as insignificant as a molecule of water in an ocean.
There is no bigger picture than you, and that’s the biggest picture you’ll never get to see in full.
Skybear 
Where have you been? It is so good to see you in here. 
For me, tis both, my friend. And your words: do you believe you have been drawn…just gave me the shivers when I read them. The beauty of the universe gives rise to our inner beings, drawing them out whereby in total abandon, we have been perfectly drawn and at the same time, re-create and interpret our experience.
What I’m looking for is a continuous becoming. God at times may get in the way of this.
hm, poetic, but not profound enough to be my signature
I am merly a molecule, a purpose within a purpose.
There is always a bigger picture Jayson.
you are the one thing you are capable of seeing in full…
hence the whole “Know thyself”
I like to think that I pick the colors for things that are sketched, an apprentice if you will
It dawned on me Jayson, that you were stumps. I barely recognised you.
You have grown quite a bit spiritually since I have seen you last.
Don’t forget to look around while you are up there, you are not the only drawing on the wall.
I like the new look.
Hello Arcturus, it is good to see you too.
It is that season again, when the apples are harvested, before the snow reaches the hill, the time of internet service, the long days and late nights.
And the smell of soccer season.
Tis both for me too my friend, I never have been one to want all of the credit.
And then if someone complains about my painting, I can blame the artist,
nah;)
This is exactly why I stated to SkyBear, “You are the biggest picture, and you’ll never get to see yourself in full.”
If I am the water molecule, then color is spectral.
The simplicity of my view of color is not black and white, but simply light.
The complexity of the simplicity is only seen when refracted from myself and other molecules around me in spectrum color.
I refract their refractions, and they refract my refractions.
The dance of frequency array within us all that is caused by us all in reaction to the frequency of being is as spectacular as the glittering sun is upon the ocean when viewed through the eye of the molecule.
Any picture bigger than yourself is not contained by anything other than a single mind observing that bigger picture.
That bigger picture doesn’t itself equally exist in awareness of itself.
You are the biggest picture that you are.
You never stop growing, and you never experience yourself as those around you experience you.
A portion of yourself is given away to the spirits of those around you simply by passing them along in your travel through time.
Equally unto you is their drag.
As well, your time is sensitive to your interest and keeping.
There are you’s which existed and have died which you have completely forgotten in awareness.
Only fractions which summarize the impact of you were at times relative to then are reserved, retained, and employed to push forward in growth.
The blindspots of your memory will never allow you to fully know yourself.
And so as much, you will never know yourself in full.
Due to these ways of looking at things, I say then, “You are the biggest picture, and you’ll never get to see yourself in full.”
Yep, it’s me.
Nothing much has changed all that much aside from articulation.
Not only am I not the only drawing, I’m far more interested in looking at the other drawings.
The spectrum array sparkling across the view is marvelous.
You painted a clearer picture this time Jayson, you have given me something to marvel for the day.
I will come back late tonight and tell you what I think.
I suppose I should answer your OP since I am doing all this chit chat.
I want to write a very long story of my life one day, it will be full of experiences, good and bad
In my Story I will be the Goddess to the Gods
The Princess to the King
light to the dark
I will have a specific purpose on earth, a mission,
And that will be to live a good life, be a good person
and to share this ‘light’
A life of honor and respect
Since it is my Story, I can write it any way I like
I like the idea of the unseen, it works for me. It makes my
world a little more magical
I like to look up to the sky late at night and whisper to stars
I love to feel the wind, and believe it blew just for me
If our thoughts posess power, then to me my world is real
And being that I am the writer to my Story, I CAN see
myself in full.
Our Story is our reflection
Some of us will see the world in Numbers ( like yourself)
Some in Colors
Some in Words
And some will just Know
So Basically, What I want is a Large Book, with many numbers,
colorful pictures, and thoughtful words
knowing it all serves a purpose.
If I had to guess your number, I would say you are a six.
Sky Bear
Maybe this will be the reflection of your story when it is told 
And perhaps this will be your painting Arcturus Rising 
ah, that is so beautiful sky bear but I am in process of becoming and becoming and becoming that…an eternal process of becoming…but why did you choose that for me?
It was the first thing that came to mind. and as it just so happens, they are constantly growing and becoming and just being…
You must have seen Pocahontas, Grandmother Willow?
youtube.com/watch?v=khiV-z4d … re=related
This is my story, and this is how it will be written
Why did you see me as a glistening web?
Edit: Here is a nice article about the symbolism of the willow tree
whitedragon.org.uk/articles/willow.htm
Sky,
That’s a nice perspective that has interesting byproducts.
In regards to:
I know I come off as numerically polarized here in discussion often, but to be honest, I don’t have a separation between these four things.
I sense and sense comes in words and numbers and colors; all four combined.
For instance, when I think of a radio frequency by the numbers; it immediately is a plane in visual form and on that form I see the numbers if they are needed, and the color of the frequency as well as numbers, and words just arrive as a result.
I also feel the wave; the movement, force, etc…
What I’m trying to get across is that I have a terribly confused mixture of these kinds of attributes.
And this is probably why I seem so analytical and categorical to many; because if I want to explicitly discern this mass of how things approach my mind (say, to write down my thoughts to someone), I have to pull everything apart slowly and see what is what and where, when.
If I tried to articulate these things without it…
Well, screw it…it’s impossible. I would need to write a giant allegorical narrative text and force someone to adhere to it for years in devotion before that would be remotely possible.