smoked thoughts

I have been meaning to blog on the art of smoking for a long time now. Art, I say, because I think that the act of smoking transforms the man or woman who is indulging in it, into a piece of art.
It is the most beautiful you can look, wrapped in mist and lost in thought (or maybe not, but usually the expression gives one the look of being lost in thought). The person who is smoking seems to be dissipating into air, and somehow it seems like how art is meant to be. No permanent, bold lines or curves, just an amorphous way of life.