He hunted for reasons upon which he could build his resolutions.
He hunted in the wrong place for art is not the space of reason, nor is a ratio of whole numbers.
Art is the space in which the profane lays so close to the divine that one would rather find room to breathe through the eye of a needle than to separate the two.
And so is love.
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