12.5.2000 Cynicism tempts. Yes, we are smarter than that. Art is the house which shelters those with leisure at hand.
Entertainment is the hollow engulfing thoes who merely have time left over.
Art is the house in which we marvel at our own excellence, provided we are without hunger. But, behold, we are dancing in discordance already, we just don't know it yet. Pathos and Polemos, the sabbling siblings, from this bias onward, from this bias qua pre-tension, the hold reigning over the self as a framed background wishing for tension, yet an opening denied. So we take the first step, timidly shifting weight, giving rise to rhythm, as our mothers once did, as is imbued in the unconsciousness of our birth long before we frame our maps of accord with the everyday, long before the figurative question of our understanding turns into tidbits. Thus' not to be taken amiss - taking us not to an end, but in ending to this.