I'm not exactly sure what this poem by Rudyard Kipling means, but it's interesting, and very famous.
"When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colors have faded, and the oldest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it - lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew!
"And those who were good shall be happy; they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash a ten-league canvas with brushes of comet's hair;
They shall find real saints to draw from - Magdalene, Peter and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!
"And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!"
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