None of it makes sense.
And that’s what it’s so valuable about it, in a world that has been understood too well.
Short of its mystery.
Short of its magic.
We need things we can’t explain.
There used to be, lots of them.
Now, there is hardly any.
And that’s what art comes in.
Art isn’t here to take things we know, to regularize beauty, or impose a system of order on it.
Art is here to frustrate the boffins and analysts, and oxford professors.
It’s here to nourish our imaginations.
And top up our rations of wonder and mystery.
In an over-explained world, what could be more precious than the inexplicable?