So many people have the same human conditions. The same human afflictions. We avoid the topics in conversation because it’s heavy, heavy enough to depress us, to leave a lasting thoughtful impression, and we all just want to float by almost tranquilized. The potential in camaraderie is undermined by the risk of barring a soul. We know we need to share to cope, though, exchange ideas and quotes and perspectives to internally deal. We turn to Art. Art is the vehicle for some meaning, meaning seeps into our souls to soothe the burning afflictions. Art we share with others, not the meaning within but the parts that wrap up, dress, and deliver it. We diagnosis alone, medicate alone, and talk about how pretty the capsule looks.