It’s amazing how such nondescript, mundane juxtapositional still-lifes can have such a sublime, meditative, nature. How do they evoke such ‘spiritual’ memory patterns in our heads?
“It is very difficult to explain this feeling to anyone who is entirely without it. The individual feels the nothingness of human desires and aims and the sublimity and marvellous order which reveal themselves both in nature and the world of thought. He [the experiencer] looks upon individual existence as a sort of prison and wants to experience the universe as a single, significant whole”