Well I think I'm going to just quietly put down the pens, and walk away.
Sometimes you stumble across something which goes way beyond the rather facile urge to 'Facebook share', and makes you want to really try harder while lighting up the inside of your skull. Here's one such glittering gem.
Khaled Al-Saai was born in Syria in 1970 and graduated from the University of Damascus. He has work in the British Museum, the Museum of Calligraphy in Sharjah, the United Arab Emirates, and the US and exhibited all over the world. He has no website (which I find strangely gratifying - it's good for the soul to be denied something you want more of now and again), and images of his work appear to be few. And if I get another lifetime, I'll go to a special school in a far away country and learn this.
Though it's like graffiti, it's not; though its colours remind me of Conor Harrington, he isn't like him; though I think I can read it, I can't. I've never seen anything like it.
The photographs on his gallery's site aren't very good, but you can read more about him at least: