I left the harp to choose its theme, and knew not truly whether the harp had been Peiwoh or Peiwoh were the harp. This story well illustrates the mystery of art appreciation. The masterpiece is a symphony played upon our finest feelings. True art is Peiwoh, and we the harp of Lungmen. At the magic touch of the beautiful the secret chords of our being are awakened, we vibrate and thrill in response to its call.
Mind speaks to mind.
We listen to the unspoken, we gaze upon the unseen. The master calls forth notes we know not of. Hopes stifled by fear, yearnings that we dare not recognise, stand forth in new glory. The masterpiece is of ourselves, as we are of, the masterpiece. The sympathetic communion of minds necessary for art appreciation must be based on mutual concession.