Now and then, A. finds himself looking at a work of art with the same eyes he uses to look at the world. To read the imaginary in this way is to destroy it.

La surréalité, rapport dans lequel l’esprit englobe les notions, est l’horizon commun des religions, des magies, de la poésie, du rêve, de la folie, des ivresses et de la chétive vie, ce chèvrefeuille tremblant que vous croyez suffire à nous peupler le ciel.

Concept of art that magnifies your spirit. (Introspect)

True art only occurs when you’re nobody-but-yourself. This requires you to fully feel your gut feelings. Whenever you forget this, you’re basically a mediocre LLM, assembling other people’s ideas by running simple scripts on biological hardware. Art isn’t assembly.