I realize... I have made a mistake.... or at least in exploring an idea to the fullest, I have been walking down a path that does not accurately reflect my truest experience with the world. And maybe I found the Goddess again... in a whole knew way. This would take longer than a facebook post to explain... The Goddess as I understood her isn't real. The soul isn't real. However... art can be defined...At least there is a definition that I find I accept this morning.
Art is the conscious or subconscious attempted by a sentient being to communicate with other sentiences, existing or imagined.
Now an argument could be made for or against pretty much anything.. but a bolt on the side of the road that feel off and is unnoticed is not art. When someone comes along and finds meaning in it, takes a photo of it, remembers it... data in that individual's mind is art.
Sentience is real. It is a potent and precious expression of life, no matter what strata said sentience functions on.
There is also right and wrong. That which harms is wrong. That which does not harm is right. Discriminating between the two may be nearly impossible, but it is one of the sacred tasks of sentience to make the endeavour.
And the Goddess (or other deity expression) is the externalized expression of our own sentience, the whisper of our creativity and longing - infinitely more real a childish parent stand in with an anger complex.