It has a life of its own

[barbara nagler <birena>]

      Art is for all.  It scatters like wished-upon dandelions and
explodes in all directions-- its maker has no control anymore once its
released over what it'll do in living, alchemical combinations with who.
There are forces that would try to control and exploit it and set up
artificial divisions and definitions in our minds, but I would rather not
abet them.  There's something laughing at all that-- memento mori!

      Seize the moments-- atomic  nuclear  minuscule  boundless.

        Irena/Eirene/peace
        and noise, too.