Every moment in time is just a tiny bit of an unfolding, infinite cosmic panorama that is paradoxically complete in every way — a finished self-portrait by a cosmic painter who delights in the awe and wonderment of revealing to himself details of his own portrait, a fragment at a time only.
Truly the painting is already done and complete. But the fragmentary showing and the piecemeal viewing of the many infinitely varied, colorfully storied, intricately weaving, complex details of his self-portrait go on and on and on, endlessly.
The artist’s self-portrait is on exhibit and display at the gallery that is called our lives. Catch the exhibit at midnight, when the stars are out, just for you.