Through experience I have come to the realization that being understood is overrated. Once you are "understood" you are, in a sense, already dead. Mystery is at the heart of all great works of Art – and in the magical throes of the creative process one often finds oneself proceeding by intuition, by instinct – feeling one's way – thereby creating works that one never thought possible, and perhaps that even you do not fully understand. It doesn't really matter whether the audience likes or understands this kind of work, because the sublime has a life all its own, an integrity all its own. It defines its own form and fulfills its own purpose. And its very existence (whether society understands it or not, appreciate sit or not, wants it or not, loves it or not) can change the firmament of the universe.