Be Art I am an artist. This is art. Art is life. Love the life. I study the arts. I live the art. From the art of the painted face of the aboriginal who take shape from the space between the stars. To the art of hieroglyphs carved in lay lines in jewelled tombs. To the art of scribes of the first testament and every scripture that followed as art. To the art of my native lands weaving baskets, blankets and smoking peace pipes. To the pagan art of nature giving birth to the sciences. To the art of the mathematics of time where logical beginning is forgotten like the Incense Road of Antiquity. To the art of the carpenter and the masonry of the templar. To the art of laughter inspired by jesters. To the art of all tribesmen in celebration of a unique creation story. To the art of the era that inspired the renaissance in the art of you. To the art of constitutional freedom inked in draft on hemp paper that created the only free land on earth. To the art of fictional science and the Orwellian art of the Gypsy to see into the future. To the art of Rakim Allah on The 18Th Letter, to the art of the OutKasts and the ATLiens, to art of the Priest with Heavy Mental, to art of the Poor Righteous Teachers of the New World Order, to the art of the Philosopher thinking deeply, to the art of the Young MCs from over seas, to the art of Can-I-bus seeds, to the art of public enemies, to the art of legend if you know a Marley, to the masterwork art of love that is all creation. Be art.