We attempt to capture moments
because of how fleeting they are.
Ultimately, we are afraid of death.
We wish to triumph over it
by taking photos, painting,
beautifully arranging words,
in order to prove to that It
has no hold over us.
If we were unafraid
we would cease our attempts.
Art continues forever.
Meanwhile, It waits and marvels.
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