I Do Not Explain, I Explore.

The Modern Little Red Riding Hood, Reared On Singing Commercials, Has No Objection To Being Eaten By The Wolf.

The Content Or Message Of Any Particular Medium Has About As Much Importance As The Stenciling On The Casing Of An Atomic Bomb.

The Percept Takes Priority Of The Concept.

If Men Were Able To Be Convinced That Art Is A Precise Advance Knowledge Of How To Cope With The Psychic And Social Consequences Of The Next Technology, Would They All Become Artist? Or Would They Begin A Careful Translation Of New Art Forms Into Social Navigation Charts? I Am Curious To Know What Would Happem If Art Were Suddenly Seen For What It Is, Namely, Exact Information Of How To Rearrange One's Psyche In Order To Anticipate The Next Blow From Our Own Extended Faculties.

Technology Is That Which Separates Us From Our Environment.