We are willing to do anything to belong, whether it be to a generation, gender, race, ethnicity, religion, culture, ideology or movement. However, these aspects are like the shell on an egg or a glacier barely poking above water. Not only are they impersonal, but there is so much underneath that can not be seen or heard, even by our own selves; but it may certainly be felt.

It is felt when we abandon ourselves to something else: the realm of creativity. In sculpting, painting, dancing, sewing, singing the artist pours his or her soul onto a blank page or a dance floor, reaching out for something more.

“The reason why the universe is eternal is that it does not live for itself; it gives life to others as it transforms.” - Lao Tzu