The act of painting is an act of transcendence.
The root of all superstition is that men observe when things hit, and not when they miss, and commit to memory the one, and pass over the other.
Not for the sake of our health, though it's often presented that way, but because it's an escape from the human anthill. It's an escape from our own competition, and our own dramas. And that's why ween joy looking at glaciers and oceans, and contemplating the Earth from outside its perimeters, etc. We like to feel in contact with something that is non-human, and that is so deeply important to us.