Prove this is no lie

From around the age of six, I had the habit of sketching from life. I became an artist, and from fifty on began producing works that won some reputation, but nothing I did before the age of seventy was worthy of attention. At seventy-three, I began to grasp the structures of birds and beasts, insects and fish, and of the way plants grow. If I go on trying, I will surely understand them still better by the time I am eighty-six, so that by ninety I will have penetrated to their essential nature. At one hundred, I may well have a positively divine understanding of them, while at one hundred and thirty, forty, or more I will have reached the stage where every dot and every stroke I paint will be alive. May Heaven, that grants long life, give me the chance to prove that this is no lie. Katsushika Hokusai, renown Japanese woodcut artist cited by Danny Gregory

I make no wild claims about having it all together or having solutions. We work those out in fear and trembling. it is a matter of to go on trying and never to give up going on trying. If you believe then we have eternity to work it all out. (No, the picture isn't me. It's taken on the New York subway from Bill's Gallery here) At the moment I'm not good enough nor consistent enough to make it a busker. Who know about the future, but I'm still working on it?