"How soon do you think I could begin painting?" it asked.
The Spirit broke into laughter. "Don't you see you'll never paint at all if that's what you're thinking about?" he said.
"What do you mean?" asked the Ghost.
"Why, if you are interested in the country only for the sake of painting it, you'll never learn to see the country."
"But that's just how a real artist is interested in the country."
"No. You're forgetting." said the Spirit.
"That was not how you began. Light itself was your first love: you loved paint only as a means of telling about light."
-from C.S. Lewis', The Great Divorce
Oh, how desperately I want to learn to see. Not for the sake of making art, but for the sake of appreciating the beauty I hurry past every day.