I don’t get it. As far as I can tell, there just isn’t any meaning.

What if you brought along the need for such existential gleaning?

But even I could make that. I think a toddler could’ve made it just as well.

What if some great stories are ones that anyone - everyone - can tell?

So put it on a fridge, perhaps - but not in a museum with an entrance fee.

What if some deep beauties are worth some change to see?

Keep preaching, Socrates; I think I just prefer artists with clearer vision.

What if instead of a statement, the abstract exists as an artist's question?

Sounds clever. But you still haven’t justified to me the admission toll.

What if, though you don't see it, there’s value perceived by some other soul?

Fine, I'll bite; What’s the point? What magic, depth-granting lens do I lack?

There it is, a glimpse of the true art - starting to ask some questions back!

Just tell me what it is you see; what message, meaning, artistic solidarity?