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If I Am Not Mistaken, The Word "art" And "artist" Did Not Exist During The Renaissance And Before: There Were Simply Architects, Sculptors, And Painters, Practicing A Trade.

It Has Always Irked Me As Improper That There Are Still So Many People For Whom The Sky Is No More Than A Mass Of Random Points Of Light. I Do Not See Why We Should Recognize A House, A Tree, Or A Flower Here Below And Not, For Example, The Red Arcturus Up There In The Heavens As It Hangs From Its Constellation Bootes, Like A Basket Hanging From A Balloon.

Originality Is Merely An Illusion.

As Far As I Know, There Is No Proof Whatever Of The Existence Of An Objective Reality Apart From Our Senses, And I Do Not See Why We Should Accept The Outside World As Such Solely By Virtue Of Our Senses.

There Is Something Breathtaking About The Basic Laws Of Crystals. They Are In No Sense A Discovery Of The Human Mind; They Just "are" - They Exist Quite Independently Of Us. The Most That Man Can Do Is Become Aware, In A Moment Of Clarity, That They Are There, And Take Cognizance Of Them.