A visit to a museum is a search for beauty, truth, and meaning in our lives. Go to museums as often as you can.

We could speak about the meaning of life vis-a-vis non-consequential/deontological theories, apodictic transformation schemata, the incoherence of exemplification, metaphysical realism, Cartesian interactive dualism, revised non reductive dualism, postmodernist grammatology and dicey dichotomies. But we would still be left with Nietzsche's preposterous mustache which instills great anguish and skepticism in the brain, which leads (as it did in his case) to utter madness. I suggest we go to Paris instead.

I tell you these stories because these things happen to everyone. It's not about being starched or polished or cute or polite. It's about having ears that stick out, about breaking yet another glass. It's about seeing something for the first time and making a million mistakes and not ever getting completely discouraged.

It's almost impossible to reconcile the realities of how one feels during the day, hour by hour. But I approach things not cynically.

A visit to a museum is a search for beauty, truth, and meaning in our lives. Go to museums as often as you can.

You'd have to be completely crazy not to be influenced by and take from other artists. It's completely impossible not to.

Every Monday morning is new hope.