I've had this creeping despair for a long time about art/creativity.  I've been thinking it might not be worth it--all these swirling voices on the Internet lead to fatigue, like what's the use in adding my own bullshit to this stupid soup?  But, maybe it's not really like that. 

I was introduced recently to the idea that maybe consciousness is fundamental.  In the universe, I mean.  Like instead of matter, maybe the universe is composed of information--thought, essentially.  The non-physical.  That's what underpins everything and gives rise to everything.  

So I was thinking--you know, the universe starts out and it's this system containing maximum entropy--chaos--and information is broken down into its smallest bits possible and it's just swirling around.  Well, maybe the process of evolution--progress--is the process by which we reduce entropy and create order.  Evolution creates order by shaping and differentiating organisms to live in different environments.  Now we've evolved with these giant brains, maybe its our responsibility to continue shaping information into larger packets.  Like---taking disparate bits from here and there and putting them together to make art, or do we have to call it art (?)--just things.

The idea is inspiring to me and along with Blavatsky's over-arching visions of the cyclical universe--the universe creating itself and dissolving again and again over gazillions of years--like maybe this is the way.  From entropy to order, higher and higher levels of order and someday we get to this blissful level of everything it its place and then it all falls apart again and we have to start over.  But all this to say, maybe making art is a sacred obligation.