I like thinking of it all as a creative enterprise. We are all artists. But if we lose touch with who we are due to wandering into all kinds of false belonging (most of what the world offers by the way of politics, economies, religions, social orders, drag us there) the painting on the canvas becomes distorted because it has become forced. After awhile we become confused as to what beauty is, and fall out of touch with her anarchic/subversive presence. But if we are finding who we are, learning to live in that natural space, the longing inside us all that had become distorted, finds its natural rhythm again, and that is where longing and belonging get redefined, and recover.