I remember reading once about these Buddhist monks who as a form of meditation would create these beautiful and intricate rock gardens and then immediately destroy them, before anyone else could see. The lesson being that the purpose of creating a work of art isn't to inflate the ego of the creator, but that the purpose lay in the process of creation itself. Kind of like posting on DQN.

I hope our idle musings can bring a moment of tansinn to whoever is reading this in the future.