A home is put together with lots of little insignificant pieces that will not last. It will not last. Unless it is made out of something stronger than bronze.
So art fills the impermanent home of those searching for that which is unable.
The mortal thought becomes the immortal home when translated into something that connects all the discarded trash into something new.
While the physical creation is temporary, the message is immortal.
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