Ubiquitous beauty loses its distinguished character and decays into mere prettiness or becomes simply meaningless.
Malevich perhaps invented monochrome painting, but would have been astonished to be told that his Black Square was not about anything.
But if you say: “How am I to know what he means, when I see nothing but the signs he gives?”
then I say: “How is he to know what he means, when he has nothing but the signs either?”
Men traverse parching deserts for one gem;
For one great pearl, the ocean they explore;
Then die, and all that lingers after them
Are footprints on the sand and ripples on the water.
-I suppose next you’ll want to know
what life’s all about, eh?
-Please, let’s not be ironical.
-When a man is happy,
the meaning of life and other themes of eternity
rarely interest him. These questions should be asked
at the end of one’s life.
-We don’t know when our life will end,
that’s why we’re in a hurry.
-The happiest people are those who never bother asking
those cursed questions.
…an author is free to mean anything he wishes by the words he employs.