The Mona Lisa, smile so seductively sublime, does not question why she has been painted upon the canvas so; layer after layer until brushstrokes cannot be found, by the masterful hand, eye and imagination of Da Vinci, for even if she could and did, what difference would it make, still painted the way she was, is she. Or perhaps she does not ask because she knows and accepts she was painted out of LOVE, created solely for the sake of creating, for creation’s sake.

Then perhaps so to it is with we, all infinite creation painted mysteriously by the mind of God, out of LOVE, created solely for the sake of creating and perhaps if our endless questioning of the why, without answer would cease, we could allow ourselves to just BE in LOVE; our self torment, torture ended and just like Mona Lisa we would smile knowingly as well…