Poets and painters and writers and dancers and those who have art fall from their dreams through their hands and into something real in this world fall a little faster and give a little more and feel a little deeper because they have the same love that is born in the heart of dreams of flawless magic and perfect wonder and they know the value of our human imperfections and the beauty hiding in our flaws and they love long past our failures and their broken hearts keep loving us even after our goodbyes and our cruelty and mistreatment and they do more than belive in magic but keep magic alive and spin more threads into its blanket that keep our lives warm and they give without asking for anything in return and they comfort our sorrows and find our hands to hold in the dark and they take out sad stories and turn tears into dreams and dreams into stars and place those stars in the sky and they show us that magic is something wonderfully real if all we do is belive and pull these thing from our dreams and into our hands and it is a mad cat wearing a hat that smiles and purrs from our hearts and it is the most simple and complex and most beautiful part of living that makes life worth it all in the end and its at the end of the colors of every paint brush and every drop of ink from a quil and in every note of a song and every rhythm and rhyme and every leap taken and every word spoken on a stage and like life art would have no meaning without it and it comes to us from the birth place of dreams and it is as real as forever if we all just belive and its really that easy which isn't easy at all but we must never stop trying when we have found and we have fallen and been lucky enough to found ourselves blessed with its presence and that is of course my kind friend the magic and wonder of love