“The art of art, the glory of expression, and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.”
— Walt Whitman
A man walked out onto the beach, unpacked his things, and began to play his trumpet. The sweet, muted tones of his soulful melodies sang out for anyone who would listen. The place he sat was the same concrete bench that had been there before. Around him was the same sand, the same lamp post, the same air. But now, in this space where there had been no music, there was now music. Now, all the rollerbladers and the volleyball players, the sunbathers and the beachgoers, they all had a soundtrack playing around them. This is the art of art. This is the glory of expression. This is simplicity.