If we can truly define a metaphor, authenticaly speak words that don't cut, or heal, but just linger in the air, inspiring, teaching ourselves how to feel.. then we could truly define art, the age old muse that everyone seems to search for, yet it remains a mystery, an unsolved chapter of natural talent, a metaphor has no definition, its an illusion of a term, a facade that some welcome and others shun, if there ever was a metaphor for art and life, a word to sum up it all, i think that word is simply time