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This one's gonna be a bit of a stretch, but it's proof I'm probably crazy.

I've been thinking about art in general. It could be a book, a play, or maybe a painting. Everybody has this idea in their head about what they want to do to get attention, so they go out and make the preparations. They think long and hard on their idea and how to make it good. For some they'll think of almost nothing but that idea and how to make it the best thing ever.

Then comes the curtain call. You've written your book, done your dance, and painted your masterpiece. You're drained of your idea and you've barely got anything left for the time being, but you're happy it's finally out there in the world. Everything now falls on the audience to determine whether or not they like it.

In my mind, what I just described sounds a lot like poo. Think about it. When you've had one of those really big meals you can bet you're going to be in the john for a while. It's a bit of a struggle, but you're more than happy to get that big one out of you. In some cases you're quite proud of your work and want to show your (very very close) friends. You might get some glitter or shape it into a happy face for effect.

That is art.

On second thought, I may have just described pregnancy as well. That's kind of weird.