Art is the instinctive application of the knowledge latent in the subconscious.
The more Chaotic I am, the more complete I am.
For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos, vortex—asymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism between black and white: mine own unison in duality.
It was the straying that found the path direct.
Embrace reality by imagination.
The three heads of God were sundered from existence. Who shall say that this was accident? And likewise, who shall say that accidents be not but arabesques within some wider figure? Of this nothing is known.