Everything in the Universe is molded from the CRUMBS of something else.
Surely, this is the first rule of Creativity and Creativity must certainly be the first consideration in defining art.
When we live this Creative Experience, whether it be to suddenly hear the first words in a poem on its way into our reality or Miracle of Miracles, helping to form a new person, or stumbling through the agonizing pile of paperwork and interviews to adopt a child, the feeling that accompanies such Creative Endeavors is called LOVE.
The CRUMBS of the Past are the ingredients of the Present and the Memory of Ever.
From CRUMBS, Ch One by Lee Broom