Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
– Claude Monet
How would it be to set aside the impulse to understand, and instead find love for what’s here?
How would it be to find love for what’s here as an expression of life or existence?
Or find love for it as happening within and as the consciousness I am? (As it appears to me.)
And in this context, we can explore how to understand it.
INITIAL DRAFT
I like to imagine that this is a quote by existence itself.
The quote applies to how we relate to the art and creation of existence – anything and anyone.
It applies to how we relate to any and all of our experiences.
(And it’s sometimes helpful to understand as well.)