compare maturing to the painting of a canvas. Ones life experiences to the brushstrokes of an artist. When a canvas is new, it is without beauty or character void of the sketches , the formation of visions and thoughts and the brushstrokes, that will make it the thing of beauty that the artist envisions……. the priceless and timeless painting that those with the ability to “see” will appreciate and view in reverence ………and so it is with life…..each day, month, year that goes by….brushstroke by brushstroke, layer upon layer, you gain beauty and character…….with each one of lifes experiences you gain depth……as lifes artist creates it’s masterpiece…..one never to be recreated, though possibly copied…..a one of a kind ……you have submitted to life and it has formed, shaped, corrected and directed you into the creature of beauty that you are …….And so W/we have it……..as each day goes by , you are more than you were and less than you will be………
Mr. D