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To keep the sadness alive and so to breathe

life into beauty, I must create. Incessantly. End-

lessly. To keep the sadness alive. To nurture

and sustain the beauty. To rebel, as Camus

would say, against the silence of the universe.

To assert love, and hope, and beauty, amidst

a world in which all things and all emotions die.

It is how we fashion our humanity in our rebel-

lion against death, silence, meaninglessness,

knowing all the while that death murders even

our rebellion and steals our humanity. Because

time even steals our grief. The only way to

hold on to the moment is to cherish it, worship

it, create within it, and, finally, to mourn each

moment, until I am no more. As Camus’ Caligula

murdered, I create because for me, if I do not

create, I cannot hold the moment, I can-

not rebel against death, I cannot feel

the pain of beauty passing…….

From "The Beauty of Sadness" 2012

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