Thus is art driven through the centuries, from flight to possession and from possession to flight, and the function of all loss is towards the establishment of a new world of styles, which molds the old in new forms. The eternally true, as one says, from collecting to the exposure of all things, and time and again towards a new collection of the exposed. But always with the question, why? and what then the core of it should be finally, when everything is consolidated, and what is removable and to be carried further when everything gets lost.
If all artistic truth, the indispensable, every element of knowledge and the universe itself, must leave its positions, on the solid ground on which it stood firmly and proceeded, as never before, to drag the rituals of a culture, the epochs of our styles, into a new universe, a cosmos of entirely different worlds, the old question will have to be posed, leaving behind house and yard, to exchange the solid for the passing, what remains then and what is indispensable and to be taken along with oneself and, even after many more losses, what the essential is, that which is to be rescued, and what remains when the other must be left behind. Not only as the universe is reflected in the dewdrops of lost poetry, the century-old destiny of the old cultures is repeated in the battle of individualism for its style, like the question, what remains, is saved, after every renewal and flight and long trek, after the tragedy of the losses, beyond justice and goodness, a truth which becomes beautiful only when it has a power for renewal and becomes capable in its mind of a new cosmos. So memories will be or not, mingle with new creations or not, and only art decides on the culture that grows from the losses, lamenting beautifully, awakened to a state of being that is then true and good.
In an age, in a world consensus, in which the pie will be divided out or is already, and the stench of the seas and the wind and the cries of the suppressed creatures stink to the heavens, since every politician is forced for his re-election to divide out more than he has and to take men for granted, abandonment of the megalomaniac technology, reduction of the means, limitation of staff to the essential and the playing down of comfortable luxury becomes respectable and the only greatness that is important, as the mission of art against the hubris of the democratic downfall of the world — for democracy means perhaps more equality, more freedom, of many, but also enrichment of the many without conscience, and art, if it were still that, would be the only warning.