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But The Further Step, By Means Of Which A Civilization Is Given Its Quality Or Culture, Is Only Attained By A Process Of Cellular Division, In The Course Of Which The Individual Is Differentiated, Made Distinct From And Independent Of The Parent Group.

In A Sense, Every Tool Is A Machine--the Hammer, The Ax, And The Chisel. And Every Machine Is A Tool. The Real Distinction Is Between One Man Using A Tool With His Hands And Producing An Object That Shows At Every Stage The Direction Of His Will And The Impression Of His Personality; And A Machine Which Is Producing, Without The Intervention Of A Particular Man, Objects Of A Uniformity And Precision That Show No Individual Variation And Have No Personal Charm. The Problem Is To Decide Whether The Objects Of Machine Production Can Possess The Essential Qualities Of Art.

But All Categories Of Art, Idealistic Or Realistic, Surrealistic Or Constructivist (a New Form Of Idealism) Must Satisfy A Simple Test (or They Are In No Sense Works Of Art): They Must Persist As Objects Of Contemplation.

In History, Stagnant Waters, Whether They Be The Stagnant Waters Of Custom Or Those Of Despotism, Harbour No Life; Life Is Dependent On The Ripples Created By A Few Eccentric Individuals. In Homage To That Life & Vitality, The Community Has To Brave Certain Perils And Must Countenance A Measure Of Heresy. One Must Live Dangerously If One Wants To Live At All.

Works Of Art Must Persist As Objects Of Contemplation.