For if art can be said to have a purpose, it isn’t to make us smarter, but more conscious of the fact that we are alive. Which may not sound like much, but which, in an age that has been lost, in many respects, to the inertia of industries and paradigms that depend on our willingness to believe that they are necessary and vital, and that our life is found in them, when really it is not, is something I don’t think we can do without.