Life, the universe and everything

A change in season and change in scenery often produces thoughts of a philosophical nature. And when they emerge amidst a spacious atmosphere and can breathe a bit, I find them becoming a tad mystical and big-picture. So, surrounded as I am with changing fall foliage and gentle wooded hills, my thoughts turn to contemplating about where does art come from. Am I the origin of it, or a conduit for…