I did, in other words, sense something about the consciousness behind those works, or within them, for the artist had yielded something of it to me, by way of their expression. And, more than that, I’d brought my own consciousness to bear on them, discerning what they suggested about reality, and then comparing that, and integrating it, with what I, as a free and rational being, already believed to be true. Thus I could not help but respond to them, though by ‘respond’ I do not necessarily mean speak, or act, or think, or do anything other than feel.