What is art?
Is it smart?
Is it Sunday before Saturday except on Tuesday?
Does it fart? Does the Monkey guzzle bourbon to the content of her heart? Does that heart ache when she reads the CM mizzzereee?
Is Frod a painter of pictures inthe sky? And what color should those paintings be?
Do my students ever know me?
Can we teach? May we? Do we? Are we not merely artists in the classroom? Or are we as much as that?
Let it be. Truth with a capital T.
I silly myself only if I care? Do I? What then?