You entered the room with nothing. So, you watch and then do what you’re told. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll learn one small thing. When it’s your turn, you mimic what you saw, because that’s all you know. If you stand around long enough, you’ll mimic what you like. Because, really – you won’t know much past what you’re shown, or like.
You get to a line that, when crossed, you start decorating the same room. And suddenly it becomes yours. And everything hanging on each wall comes from you, because it’s your room. And you are in it to turn your own head first, perhaps only. Because, really – if you don’t like what you’re looking at, why would others enter the room?
All This By Hand