The science in the objects around us, the things that will in a short while be obvious and worth much less attention, is manipulated by man to prohibit access. If they don’t, the magic ceases.
My dissatisfaction with science, even though I find myself senselessly choosing in that direction, is that things can be explained. At the end of the day, there’s a definite answer to how. So conquerable. When you explain it – at that point – it loses its lustre.
Art does not.
Some 30 years from now, only the art in the iPhone will remain as aesthetically pleasing as we find it today.
Happiness has always come from art.