I see you, Good People cheerfully convinced you have a lock on the truth, blissfully oblivious of the complexity of reality’s web and of the suffering your world view is built on and perpetuates.
Not saying my hands are clean, but at least I know there’s a problem and a price paid for my own comfort.
I have some square panels on the back of my studio, visible from almost nowhere, that I want to practice on for painting larger scale, outdoor things. Here’s a sketch of what might go on one of them.