i am all nuts and bolts, invention and innovation. i purr upon my bitumen and cobblestoned home. knowing below is my source and foundation.
Grief that has matured beyond the need of weeping and wailing for relief will resort to something of the sort that Johnson calls fiction- that is, imaginative material... in all primitive peoples wailing soon assumes a ceremonial form that is “remote” from its native manifestation. Dewey,J. Art As Experience. (1934)The Berkley Publishing Group, page 79