Art or artifice?...What's your choice?

Why are some people born with abilities and others not? I have a skill at writing and finding loopholes, at being a bitch and at being polite. However, math and science are a completely different story. Some people can run numbers like the bathroom sink. I can run numbers like a car without an engine. I was born to be in the art, not the artifice. The sky is green and the grass is blue to me. I don't care what the geologists say. A pound of lead is heavier than a pound of feathers. Because it is dark gray and stony looking. Not light and ethereal like a downy feather. This is what I respect. Aesthetic. Art. I'd rather live in world of fallacy that is beautiful than strip everything of its meaning and live a bleak life. I would rather paint the grass orange than accept its verdigris. I would rather write my own world together than have others write it for me. I will not stand for the structured definition of "life".