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If works of art were sentient the truth is certain. Writers and painters and sculpters everywhere would be making much less money. In fact, through raising fees and time spent we would be quite in the hole. Starry Night would be some tubbish spoiled thing that demands ice cream, The Lord of the Rings would be trying to pass itself off as over eighteen and eligible to LARP, and the David would be the pimp daddy of Rome. Of course, we aren't that far from the truth. Who would waste time with such a fruitless field as artistry. Aesthetics aside, the meaningful is vastly underrated, underpaid, and misunderstood. Let me rephrase that. We are losing money because of our art. Works that are born and matured and rarely ever make a return. Why, this sounds like simple foolishness. Who wants to raise anything that never seems to make a return and may consume our entire lives? Oh, wait.

All things considered I conclude I am in no position to judge the moral value of raising something that doesn't entirely make a financial return; sitting in my parent's house eating their pasta salad and transfixed to their streaming-conference television. But, if not for a return than why? Why create and raise something stiflingly meaningful with a life of its own and less regard than it should, in most cases, have for it's crafter?  This is one of those pseudo impossible questions that only horribly vague responses can answer. It means something, it creates something, Its return is intoxicatingly satisfying. And, when that life of its own webs and connects in most positive ways with the world around it we snap our fingers. We've done it, or someone did. We've helped it, this hidden thing, rise from obscurity into sudden, triumphal, grandeur.