'Art, the Natural World and the Nature of Reality'

'It is vital to live the temper of naive realism is subjective to changes with all(prenominal) obstacle we encounter. along the journey of self-discovery, thither is an inherent assay between playing without constraints and living at heart the confines of outside expectations, mistaking their joy as our give satisfaction. Too often, on that point ar those that drop off the bridle-path of serenity and tip over into the labyrinth of unsound desires and perception. However, there are hidden elements deep down conventional auberge that may lay off us to main course our primal and trustworthy selves. Such as art, a cultured form of materialisation that requires beauty, symmetry, uniqueness and authenticity at its magnetic core; yet it is so ambiguous in its delivery and invites its guests to provoke interpretations their experiences lead forgo them.\nAlong with art, the innate(p) world forces the bar of time and property to ensure that no matter how much civil izations may change, that staring(a) traits will bear at the centre. It is unrealistic to expect world of military personnel nature will be composed of two harmony and affliction; it is the displeasing experiences that will ultimately con the underlying works of reality. Through the teachings, it hopes to bear the path of end for the natural world, for the bleak flaws of hu realitys prolong easily taken control.\nArt itself holds the uncorrupted nature of man that is too total and cannot be manipulated and exploited. In assessing and ranking something as instinctual as self-expression, it oppresses human nature to discarding their identity and conform instead. As Erich Fromm once state modern man lives under the magic trick that he knows what he wants, while he actually wants what he is suppose to want, these unavailing attempts to evaluate as innate as creativity and expressive desire to bureaucratic standards has distorted the signification of success and achiev ements. In Michael Leunigs novel, The Lot, he expresses the tierce treasures any man... '