Despite the fact that we live mortal lives and will inevitably meet mortal fates, our lives and experiences, our violent feelings and outbursts as a species, the things we do, would wither away into nothingness if it was not for the artist or the poet or scribe who forever engraves the moments we live in the sands of time. Through the creation of this impression in history he solidifies and continually revives a common denominator that lives within the human soul, such as that of a poet reciting a romantic verse in which lovers can find themselves for generations to come, because of it’s timeless relevance. He can paint the outline of a mountain against the sky in the horizon and it will become a brand etched in the minds of millions.

An artist’s purpose is not to transcribe every single facet of reality into lasting memory, but to capture moments that are noteworthy examples of what moves the human soul. An example of this would be the sun during a sunset, that moment when it recedes below the edges of a wall or building, is something that has captivated humanity for eons of time. The painter in particular would need to capture this moment by transcribing it on a medium, such as a canvas, that will serve as the platform for which the human soul can live a piece of this experience. It is the preservation of moments like these that drive the artist to do what he does. A poet has it easier, as the words he writes will live on while the painter’s image will wither, even if it is completely preserved, and he cannot fully transcribe the moment as well as the poet, or the emotion it holds.