Don't You Know That Every Perfect Life

We Sometimes Have A Flash Of Understanding That Amounts To The Insight Of Genius, And Yet It Slowly Withers, Even In Our Hands - Like A Flower. The Form Remains, But The Colours And The Fragrance Are Gone.

Layer By Layer Art Strips Life Bare.

[...] A Number Of Flawed Individuals Can Often Add Up To A Brilliant Social Unit.

It Is Life That Does The Thinking All Around Us, Forming With Playful Ease The Connections Our Reason Can Only Laboriously Patch Together Piecemeal, And Never To Such Kaleidoscopic Effect.

All Still Lifes Are Actually Paintings Of The World On The Sixth Day Of Creation, When God And The World Were Alone Together, Without Man!