A Cloud Can Look Like A Camel,

Nothing Is More Humbling Than To Look With A Strong Magnifying Glass At An Insect So Tiny That The Naked Eye Sees Only The Barest Speck And To Discover That Nevertheless It Is Sculpted And Articulated And Striped With The Same Care And Imagination.

Variety Is More Than A Means Of Avoiding Boredom, Since Art Is More Than An Entertainment Of The Senses.

A System Is In Equilibrium When The Forces Constituting It Are Arranged In Such A Way As To Compensate Each Other, Like The Two Weights Pulling At The Arms Of A Pair Of Scales.

Art Is Continually Working To Take The Crust Of Familiarity Off Everyday Objects.

Now The Work Of Art Also Represents A State Of Final Equilibrium, Of Accomplished Order And Maximum Relative Entropy, And There Are Those Who Resent It. But Art Is Not Meant To Stop The Stream Of Life. Within A Narrow Span Of Duration And Space The Work Of Art Concentrates A View Of The Human Condition; And Sometimes It Marks The Steps Of Progression, Just As A Man Climbing The Dark Stairs Of A Medieval Tower Assures Himself By The Changing Sights Glimpsed Through Its Narrow Windows That He Is Getting Somewhere After All.