Art, the Natural World and the Nature of Reality

It is vital to lie with the genius of frankness is prejudiced to changes with each obstacle we encounter. along the journey of self-discovery, there is an intrinsical struggle between performing without constraints and living within the throttle of outside expectations, mistaking their satisfaction as our own satisfaction. also often, there are those that vomit off the path of serenity and delve into the labyrinth of high-risk desires and perception. However, there are unfathomed elements within conventional beau monde that may consent to us to access our primal and honest selves. Such as art, a cultivated form of structure that requires beauty, symmetry, uniqueness and authenticity at its core; yet it is so ambiguous in its actors line and invites its guests to conjure interpretations their experiences will allow them.\nAlong with art, the natural solid ground forces the barrier of time and belongings to ensure that no affair how much civilizations may change, th at righteous traits will remain at the centre. It is impossible to expect reality of serviceman nature will be composed of both harmony and melancholy; it is the displease experiences that will ultimately see the at a lower placelying workings of reality. through and through the teachings, it hopes to sway the path of oddment for the natural world, for the fatal flaws of military man have easily taken control.\nArt itself holds the untainted nature of man that is too constitutional and cannot be manipulated and exploited. In assessing and rank something as instinctual as self-expression, it oppresses human nature to discarding their identity and aline instead. As Erich Fromm once utter modern man lives under the illusion that he knows what he wants, while he really wants what he is suppose to want, these abortive attempts to evaluate as unlearned as creativity and communicatory desire to bureaucratic standards has perverted the meaning of success and achievements. In Michael Leunigs novel, The Lot, he expresses the three treasures whatever man...