When you stare at a painting for long enough, you begin to notice a lot more than just the image.
You start to see the little smudges where the artist has tried to cover up mistakes,
The tiny cracks made by the sun eroding away the paint,
You see that it isn't perfectly symmetrical, as first thought and, eventually, that picture that you saw in it all turns into merely a canvas of blended lines.
But amidst all the imperfections, some still manage to see that original image in exactly the same way. They look past the actual image and read the words behind the picture.
A picture, no matter how old and faded it is, will always hold that same meaning, read those same words.
Though some, although they may be beautiful, never held a meaning. No words were ever printed behind the image. So when the image fades it will leave behind a blank canvas. No words, no meaning. There never was, and there never will be.