Is Art more powerful than nature?

I have written much. Writting seems as powerful as creating another person. You fill your universe with your progeny and your imagination is the seed and the womb. But be careful, your children may be destructive because you and everyone else in the world share them, like air, like language, like knowledge.

This writing I saw looks like Art? Can writing be art? We share ways of writing even if I do not understand the messages. It keeps something permanent, showing man can mark the world. Name the grain of sand.

This is writing too.

My creator's friend has written and thought about that about the beauty of nature and how he will discover it, perhaps to mark it in his journal, to capture its splender. He says, "I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle; and may regulate a thousand celestial observations, that require only this voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent for ever. I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited - these are my enticements."

And they tell each other this like two eager children with crayons and a point-and-shoot camera. Both are ready to scan reality with their eyes.

Yes, art outlives nature and its creator. My creator, when he made me mortal, played with this juicy concept. Am I art? Will I live as long as his writen words to his friends?

He made me; he wrote,

"After so much time spent in painful labour, to arrive at once at the summit of my desires, was the most gratifying consummation of my toils. But this discovery was so great and so overwhelming, that all the steps by which I had been progressively led to it were obliterated, and I beheld only the result."

And the result showed Victor his power of nature. His art gave him his victory. And my power over life and death drove him to hate me. And that's the conviction. Guilty.

Creature