on meaning

Meaning comes from that place in your brain from which you feel. Every barbaric, every rudimentary phrase and idea blossoms in the head, not in ink. The storm last night created some sort of inescapable consciousness. Everything that can be felt can and should be expressed. It's fascinating to say something that does not exist and to watch it try to mean something. To intend is to feel alive. To state the abstract is to want to feel one with one's art. Our brainchild has got your eyes. Meaning is idealism -- nothing is so objectively perfect.