Every conscious act is an act of prayer. With the awareness of act comes the knowledge of what lies beneath it. That knowledge becomes a bridge between the act and the source. The source and endpoint are the same. At a point the art and artist are the same. At a point life and individual are the same. An endless point. Which is all fine. But amidst all this, the act still continues. The moment progresses, jumps, glides, sways and dances about. It is not what lies between the two entities anymore, it is what encompasses them. And yet it can be recognised. Till the act is rendered meaningless as well and it all just is. Such is life.