Here space and time exist in light... Monet would fill his pond with water lilies and light, without meddling by his neighbors. "To hell with them, I've so much to do now that I can see more than just blue." A frog plopped near him but he didn't paint it. Only the pond, would survive. What is past is forever, like a lily dies when water is drained, or a painting is stored, until its price, like the sun rises above heaven. I heard today that Jean-Luc Picard has passed away.