…..and he looked around and slowly came to realize the canvas he was painting on was positively puny; Lilliputian; minute; embarrassingly so. The others were painting on gigantean canvases that were manifold more expansive than the one he was utilizing, and this epiphany caused him to involuntarily blush and to wonder why his attempts to create something large and lasting were so feeble and wanting compared to seemingly all the mortals who surrounded him. But after much thought he was unable to come up with a satisfactory answer, thus he sighed the sigh of the mortally defeated and continued going about his trivial business with an air of resigned despondency…..
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