Another quote from the Greek god Hermes (as presented by the author of The Infinites) ...
How to conceive of a reality sufficiently detailed, sufficiently incoherent, to accommodate all the things that are in the world? He lives in that reality yet cannot fully conceive of it. He stands aghast before the abundance of things, all of them separate, all of them unique.
Is that not the aim, intentional or not, of art, to conceive of a reality sufficiently detailed, sufficiently incoherent, to accommodate all the things that are in the world?