When the world bullyrags me into a state of despair, I recover my peace of mind by finding purpose in painting a purpoise eating the fruits of a bacciferous tree. While some might be whelmed by such an abstract and seemingly nonsensical idea, I find inspiration and happiness. Why? Well, because a mereswine is not merely a swine, meant for rooting and oinking and arachnid amore; it is a soul defined to a space whose dreams may seem out of place. But, why should impossible be a dolphin-mal enjoying a jolly berry any more than me experiencing a joyful life? So, I create happiness for myself and my flippered friend by making real that which was unknown before I let imagination my heart mend. ; )