I come from the home-grown punk ethic, where it doesn't matter if you can't play a note, it's how you communicate.
In Europe, architects consider themselves artists. They think they're special when they win a competition.
When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off.'