Sometimes I feel like art is pointless, what is the use, why even bother, why not give up even trying or wanting to try. Sometimes it all seems a waste of time and that I maybe should just leave it alone and move on—not that I know how to move on. To match my mood I turn on Rich Mullins, for the first time in a long time.
Then I wonder if Rich Mullins would have ever gotten his message to seep into my sluggish and beaten-down consciousness if he had not written and sung.
God in Heaven understands.
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