Creation Or The Creator

I wonder... I wonder what is gonna be inside this page. Now that I am typing without any script in mind, without the faintest idea of what do I want to write about, I don't know what is gonna be in here. Would it be fascinating? Who knows? Would it be some kind of charm never seen before? Goodness might have a clue about it. Or would it be just a lot of bullshit, with no meaning at all? Honestly, who cares!

This is my system. I own that blank screen. And my fingers are running wildly under my own commandments. Nobody needs to worry about what goes in here. Until the time it is actually here.

Every great art, be it paintings, sculptures, architectures, music or be it writing, has only a single purpose of coming into existence- "It has to be there!"

No matter whatsoever the source is. It is the art that matters. People first appreciate the beauty, elegance, and the marvellous creation; then comes the artist. Creation is more important and elegant than the creator, because, if it is not for the creation itself, the creator would be worthless.

Had thy Lord not created this marvellous and wonderful world, what would have been his worth? Moreover, there are still doubts about, who is really the creator of this world? Had there been any? Had there been many? Or was it simply for the sake of the creation itself that this world came into existence?

Whether you create that great art, or not!

Whether you build that marvellous sculpture, or not!

Whether you write that beautiful story, or not!

That great art, that marvellous sculpture, and that beautiful story will certainly find its way, for itself, to come out into existence.

Whatever has to be here, will be here, in time.

So, if you are not willing to create that art. Beware! Someone else would. Why worry anyone else, when you and I can do it by ourselves.

Just a tiny example for you,

The time when I opened that blank notepad, I had not the faintest idea of what was going to be here. I didn't have any clue about what was going to bleed through my fingers today. But like I said, "Art has its own ways of coming into existence!" Had I not began writing on this blank screen, it might have flown out of someone else's heart. But it sure would have been here anyway.