I call this painting "First Kiss"
The painting is actually entitled Cupid and Psyche as Children painted by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. When I look at the painting. I see a first kiss.
Seems that everyday I have more thoughts than time to write them down. Today I have to admit that my mind is once again wandering through the forest of human emotions and has decided to question me about my own beliefs. Where did I ever conceive the notion that my opinion on matters of the heart were worth the paper they are scribbled upon? Why do I believe that anyone would ever give a damn about what I had to say? He makes a strong and persuasive argument. Why do I think I am entitled to "preach" about matters of the heart? I simply smile and answer my own question. Because I still have a heartbeat. Who could ever know more about what I feel than I. Who could ever express all the emotions you have lived through better than you, my friend. We are experts in our individual and unique lives. No one could ever know how we felt and what we were thinking at the time than us. You and I are entitled to describe our feelings with conviction. We are the experts. Never think otherwise.
Martin Luther, a German monk, once expressed his beliefs by nailing them to the ornate front wooden door of the Catholic church. When asked to recant his beliefs, he calmly expressed his beliefs by stating . .. .
"I cannot and will not recant anything, for to go against conscience is neither right nor safe. Here I stand, I can do no other, so help me God. Amen"
Martin Luther
Never miss the opportunity to express your beliefs with confidence and conviction, never. The world knows not, of all that you hold inside your mind. Tell them your beliefs with or without a hammer and nail.
That's why we are entitled to speak our minds and call a masterpiece by another name.
Bouguereau, William-Adolphe, Cupid and Psyche as Children,
1890, oil on canvas, 19 March 2013, http://www.scenicreflections.com/media/326781/Cupid_and_Psyche_as_Children_by_Bouguereau_Wallpaper/
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