The world, art, and self explain each other: each is the aesthetic oneness of opposites.
In reality opposites are one; art shows this.
Every work of art is about everything.
Art can make the old surprising, and the new and sudden soothing.
All beauty is a making one of opposites, and the making one of opposites is what we are going after in ourselves.
Concealment is equated, unknowingly to ourselves, with individuality; the more we conceal the more it seems we are asserting our very personality, resisting a somewhat repellent, unwelcome intrusion of other things into ourselves.