Where does art exist now? It exists now in your Consciousness. In Reality, there is no Out There in front of you nor an Out There behind you or Anywhere at all or Anything at all on Earth. You drizzle in Consciousness. That’s how two people can look at the same movie and see a different movie. This is how one person can see himself surrounded in Love and another see himself in a desert without an oasis. Life on Earth is all seemingly.
This is how one person can count sheep, and another fall asleep the minute his head hits the pillow.
What is concrete and what is abstract? Ask your Consciousness. It will tell you, or, you may draw a blank.
All the while, none of it matters. None of it really matters. It seemingly is the Luck of the Draw at the same time as the Deck of Cards appears to be loaded.
Sometimes you do see what it is to go nowhere even when you are a prospector in a Gold Rush. There is nowhere to go and nowhere to come back from. There is a Never Never Land.
In this case, all I can say is that you are Never Anywhere but with Me. As God is My Witness, My Self, I say this.
There are answers. In actuality, there is no question to be answered because it was never asked and who would there be to ask it to?
There is, of course, just the same, Much Ado about Nothing. This is the case because there is Nothing at All really to make much ado about. There are no Ins, and there are No Outs.
There is Being, a Still Waterfront.