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This is a gem of a thread; not enough on this forum is said of beauty, the sublime.
For Wayne and Linda, here's a beauty of a poem. I came across it recently viewing one of Robert Beverly Hale's taped anatomy lectures at school.
Rudyard Kipling - When Earth's Last Picture is Painted
When earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colors have faded and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith we shall need it--lie down for an aeon or two,
And those that were good shall be happy; they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten league canvas with brushes of comet hair.
They shall find real saints to draw from--Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame,
But each for the joy of working, and each in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are.
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