Art, the Natural World and the Nature of Reality

It is live to recognize the record of veracity is subjective to changes with each bar we encounter. Along the journey of self-discovery, there is an inherent struggle mingled with acting without constraints and living deep d give the confines of outside hold backations, identify their happiness as our own satisfaction. Too often, there ar those that stray off the style of serenity and delve into the internal ear of forged desires and perception. However, there are hidden elements within effected society that may conquer us to access our prime and authentic selves. Such as art, a cultivated variant of expression that requires beauty, symmetry, uniqueness and legitimacy at its core; til now it is so ambiguous in its delivery and invites its guests to conjure interpretations their experiences pass on allow them.\nAlong with art, the essential world forces the barrier of age and dimension to ensure that no matter how much civilizations may change, that virtuous tra its will last out at the centre. It is impossible to expect reality of hu macrocosm nature will be undisturbed of both harmony and melancholy; it is the displeasing experiences that will finally teach the underlying whole works of reality. Through the teachings, it hopes to sway the way of destruction for the natural world, for the deathly flaws of humans have well taken control.\nArt itself holds the unspotted nature of man that is too integral and cannot be manipulated and exploited. In assessing and ranking something as instinctual as self-expression, it oppresses human nature to discarding their personal identity and conform instead. As Erich Fromm at once said modern man lives under the illusion that he knows what he wants, while he actually wants what he is tell to want, these futile attempts to evaluate as innate as creative thinking and expressive desire to bureaucratic standards has distorted the meaning of success and achievements. In Michael Leunigs novel, T he Lot, he expresses the ternion treasures any man...