Sometimes I start paying attention to some art somebody created, writing, painting, song, for example. and then I want to stop paying attention to it forever. Sometimes I do. Shut the book, walk away from the painting, turn off the song.

This avoidance happens when the art is saying something true about reality that I don't want to be with, and saying it skillfully.

Even if I do stay away forever, the skill and force that made me run away have taught me a little more about reality, like it or not.

Better is what happens sometimes, I go back, take it slow, learn me. The creator and I live the same place, and it's best for me to know about that place.

It's not like I'm on a rocky planet that is life-possible distant from a faraway star. I'm here.