Friday morning, despite a bright sunshine, I stayed home and finished reading Kazuo Hishiguro Never Let Me Go. Sometimes a work of fiction can impact on ones life with full force. that force can bring growth, can release an action hence its expansion. We create to be more human. Art is not meant to be a representation of what makes us more human but a transcendency of the real toward the spiritual. This Mark Rothko kne. I am just starting to understand. Yippee!