A website is a good metaphor for the creation of artwork. A website is a tremendous waste of time. We spend hours stolen from our families, our careers, late at night, creating something spun out of bits of electrical impulses. Beyond ephemeral yet they have the power to ensnare our egos. We see beyond the imperfections to something beautiful we had envisioned. We believe there will be people who will see and appreciate what we've done, and feel a sense of communication, derive some pleasure, that it may even cause them to think differently or more deeply. And, then, realizing there are errors, broken links, that too much time is needed to rectify the problems, we become despondent. Eventually, we shun the world and find solace in the satisfaction we felt during our efforts. We convince ourselves we meant it to be this way. Finally, we feel compelled to work at it again, we think "This time it will be better. This time everyone will see it and love it." It never ends.