It emanates a prodigious strength, our awe of what we see in the invisible. It has all the features of the arbitrary, of what is born in the dark, from formlessness, the way our world was perhaps once born. From it we derive notions such as proportion, symmetry, order, variation, color. Centuries and centuries of idealism have not failed to influence reality. It has allowed them to question and even modify the past, which nowadays is no less malleable or obedient than the future.
Nature is dead.
Long live Nature. Metaphor is dead. Long live Metaphor. Oh this is the animal that never was. But with the mere possiblity of being.