The Divulgence, or the Dissemination, of Ego

What... I feel I fail as I fall short, but all my own ego can call it is arrogance...

What arrogance then, as an 'artist', and it is with no idle quill that I parenthesize that word, whether practicing or no, and in this case no, to look down our faces at any one single entity who practices, or professes the desire to practice, simply because, for some reason or another, whether education, experience or exposure, we deem ourselves to be better. What right? No right, merely our insecurities, our own faults and failings, turning jealousy over to the self-righteous side of the cloth, then to call ourselves superior. Tucked away in our little nook we scribble our medium, ducking up at intervals to make sure no one's watching, we scramble for the trashcan when those who would love us come near. What right? No right, merely the opportunity to raise our voice to the throng, to sit at peace and humbly lift our gift up to the song.

Ahhh... that feels so much better. Thanks for the rant. Welcome back Tony, nice job on the fingers.