“Sir, I am insulted. I could not possibly part with this painting for less than $500.00. I assure you, this is a one-of-a-kind original that will probably never ever happen again,” the man stated with great confidence to his prospective buyer. However, the buyer continued to appear skeptical and unwilling to pay that kind of money, even though it was obvious he loved the painting, he was not a fool and would not be easily taken. The seller continued eyeing his customer, aware of every signal. This man was a professional and made his living selling this very painting, and a fine living he made at it, too.
“It’s like I explained before,” he continued, “this painting is a one-in-a-million, one-in-a-trillion even! I swear on a stack of ten Bibles it really happened just the way I said. All the evidence points that direction, even the police said so!”
The admirer continued in silence, inspecting the painting on the wall. The seller gave the man some “space”, he knew timing was everything, but this guy was a tough nut to crack, so he decided to press on with a question of his own. “Are you an ‘expert’ in these matters, Sir? You see, I just happen to be one. I know about these things. I have an ‘Arts Degree’ from Harvard. Therefore, you should listen to what I have to say. You would not want to look like a fool in front of your friends. Everybody knows what an expert I am. My name is well-known, I have articles in Art magazines, I am quoted by other experts, and admired by many. I’m offering you the deal of a life time, just because I’m in a rare generous mood.”
“Okay, since I’m in such a good mood, I’ll tell you the story one more time. Judging by your attire, I see you might be a bit ‘slow’, shall we say? As I said before, it was like this, I was awoken one morning by the sound of a terrible explosion, it shook my bed like an earthquake! I jumped up and rushed to the door of my house and found my garage had exploded! It was a pile of smoking toothpicks and rubble! Of course, you can imagine my shock. I was just lucky the force of the explosion seemed to put out the fire, but the smoke rising was so thick I couldn’t see a thing! As I stood there with my mouth hanging open, I considered the valuables I had stored in that building, now gone up in smoke. However, amongst those items was an assortment of art materials, as I said, I am an expert in this field. I had artist brushes, tubes of paint, rolls of canvas, knives, and wood to create frames. Now. Sir, I realize how hard this is to believe, but this has to be true, there simply are no other possibilities. As I stood there watching the smoke slowly clearing, I began to see something standing in the middle of all the rubble! I thought, how can this be? I rubbed my eyes to clear the sleep still hanging on me. I looked again, and now I could see it even more so!”
“Just as sure as I’m standing here telling you the truth today, I found this painting, finished, framed, and standing on an easel in the midst of the smoke! This painting has no Artist! It is the result of a complete freak accident! In that explosion all my paints were forced from their tubes while the brushes flew through the air, and the paint got on the little ends of the little brushes and masterfully swished all around on the canvas in mid-air! Then, somehow, the canvas got cut, stretched over a wood frame that had accidentally come together, and then landed upon my painter’s stand for all to see! As I carefully trudged my way through all the smoking debris I was near to fainting at the thought of the miracle before my eyes! Why, Sir, I should be insisting on $5,000 for this painting, not 500! This painting has no artist! It has no Creator! It is beautiful ‘order’ that came out of complete ‘chaos’! ‘Order out of Chaos’! That’s what I should call it!”
“Pardon me, what was that you asked? I was so caught up in my story I failed to hear what you said. Those scribbles? What scribbles? I don’t see any scribbles.”
“Oh, no, Sir. Remember, I’m the ‘expert’ here. I went to college and have a degree. That is just a grassy area in the painting. Those are not scribbles. This painting was a complete freak accident. No Artist involved. Look closely again. You will see that I am right. I am sure you will see that I am right. Everybody else has.”
“Let me tell you something, partner,” the potential buyer slowly spoke. “I may not have a degree, but you’re nuts. I’ll give you $25.00 for that painting, and not a penny more. You can take it or leave it.”
“I’ll take it.” the seller agreed while adding, “You drive a hard bargain, Cowboy.”
I may be just a Cowboy, but any fool can see a painting hanging on a wall and know it had an Artist, even without seeing a signature. Heck, I even supplied a garage full of materials to make it more possible, and it’s STILL impossible! Out of complete nothingness came all this beautiful design and material we have enjoyed for centuries. However, just as the Bible tells us it’s beginning, it also has a teaching on what shall be its end. I may be just a Cowboy, but I think I’d check that out, Partner.