A Muddled Thought From A Muddled Heart

I find it unsettling when death, the Mississippi River or a baby confronts me.  I regularly place myself with the later two and try not to avoid the first.  I do not know what the three have that makes me place them in the same category or even in the first sentence of this short thought but they seem to simultaneously define The Divine and what it means to be a human being.  They also seem to place art into correct perspective.  They make it border line inconsequential if I juxtapose them but absolutely necessary in order to live with them.  Life, if it is to have meaning, require that we are with these, and if we are to know God fully we must be fully committed to the understanding that art alone provides for living with them.