When we lock a conscious grasp onto things we're sure define who we are, convinced they will withstand tests of time, certainty sprouts wings or weaves a cocoon, and once again, loses the race.
Discovery is indeed an evolutionary process.
Sometimes, it attains revolutionary results. Who we are, though, flows like warm gel, conforming to shapes and sizes that continually enter our sphere of being. As artists, we interpret this mystery. It doesn't require genius to illumine how much of life is restricted by temporal and relative components. But it does take insight and a medium to stroke the soul of mankind and to speak to his ever burdened heart.