“Threads Snap”

“What of Art?” she asked.

 

“It is a malady.”

 

“Love?”

 

“And illusion.”

 

“Religion?”

 

“The fashionable substitute for Belief.”

 

“You are a sceptic.”

 

“Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith.”

 

“What are you?”

 

“To define is to limit.”

 

“Give me a clue.”

 

Threads snap. You would lose your way in the labryinth.”

 

[The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde. A wonderfully fascinating novella by a wonderfully fascinating man.]