The emptiness of the life
That pervades in the Canvas' White,
Shatters!
All the hues of clashing varieties
Splashed unconsciously on the canvas,
Mingles to give new contrasts
Forming a new art in itself
The art we call Life.
Each stroke of brush
Leads us towards our magnum opus.

The coloured emotions
Of joy, anger, grief and all
When mixed altogether
To their saturation
Reveals the ultimate truth
And thus the canvas
confronts its ironical faith
The dark yet the Real.
The black it seems
But bitter is the Truth!

"Life itself is just a thin coat of paint on the planet, and we hold the paintbrush."- Daniel Dennett

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