This is such a beautiful sentiment. I’m so drawn to the idea of a diffuse, yet somehow collective enterprise of representation of the world via our artists. The way you outline this effort so elegantly reminds me of the pointillist and impressionist painters – never truly able to ‘capture’ or represent the world, but trying to show elements of it (i.e., light refraction). The inherent incompleteness of it all – only showing one property of the world among infinite variations – speaks to your initial observation: we have nothing on nature. But thankfully, as you write here, at the very least we can still have gratitude.