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Sam has been gifted with the unavoidable passion for creative expression that cannot be quelled by any means of escapism. He has attempted to deny his fate of by pursuing alternative occupations but art follows him even when he jumps from the edge of the earth into the abyss beneath. It catches him in that void and brings him to a conscience that respects the consciousness that keeps him fixed to the art that he was made to make. To his left there are the forces of the divine that stretch and hold and pull taught the shining beacons of the spirit. A spirit that guides and rights the real stuffs of this tangible, functioning plane of the material. Neither material nor spirit feel complete without the other. He seeks to discover matter and its maker being made. The art of finding the spirit flowing through his body with as pure a form as he can sense it needs. His art is only his by name... as a setup to the jest that any one person might believe they are separated from the source of where all things originate.  

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