It is more than likely that the brain itself is, in origin and development, only a sort of great clot of genital fluid held in suspense or reserved. This hypothesis would explain the enormous content of the brain as a maker or presenter of images.

Wars are made to make debt.

What thou lovest well remains.

Wars in old times were made to get slaves. The modern implement of imposing slavery is debt.

The artist is always beginning.

Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.

I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say, Mamma, can I open the light? She was using the age-old language of exploration, the language of art.