We can never see with another’s eyes hear with another’s ears smile with another’s sigh lie with another’s tongue cheat with another’s lips steal with another’s heart race with another’s breath cry with another’s soul covet with another’s rush kill with another’s thoughts thrust with another’s hips love with another’s tears but our art and imagination make it so Some folklore holds that when you photograph someone, you steal the subject’s soul. I suggest the opposite: when you create a truly beautiful portrait of someone, you give them back their soul, or refill it to the brim. You do this by stealing light, transforming light into enlightenment, photons into feelings, energy into existence, action, engagmement. This is a very old-fashioned point of view for such an apostle of modernity as me. Oh well. I can live with that.