Perhaps, I Myself Am The Enemy Who

Art Is A Kind Of Innate Drive That Seizes A Human Being And Makes Him Its Instrument.

For Better To Come, Good Must Stand Aside.

The Creative Mind Plays With The Object It Loves.

A Residual Sea Of Symbols Which Is Shared By All Mankind, Usually Accessed Through Dreams Or Altered States, And From Which Cultures Draw Images On Which To Found Their Religions.

We Want To Have Certainties And No Doubts- Results And No Experiments- Without Even Seeing That Certainties Can Arise Only Through Doubt And Results Only Thorough Experiment.