STAMP ART

Life's one big mail with no "return address" and an unknown destination. Its value is in a way quantified through its stamp. The stamp's a label of how much the sender spent [effort exerted] to jumpstart the mail's journey. The "stamp" gets licked or in a more civilized way, is wet by a sponge capable of absorbing the moisture that could make a number of stamps stick. What's that tongue's /sponge's counterpart in life? I say it's experience. Life reaps value through the stamps that gets stuck to every experience we battle to survive. If you get stamped, you are forever labeled. You may try to conceal a stamp that you aren't too proud of, but its existence never ceases to haunt you. It's unseen but it's felt. WE ALL ARE STAMPED!