Undulations each moment in some parts of the world ocean tides rise as moonbeams flutter on whitecaps and sea anemone with velvet tendrils feed in pristine coral reefs . . . each moment in other corners of the globe chainsaws turn forests into wood chips while bulldozers bury earth as smoke belches from exhaust pipes & junk food passes from plastic wrappers to rotting intestines . . . . . . ugghhh . . .

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Ellesha:	This shows the contrast between the natural & artificial worlds.
Andrei:	Well, this reminds me ah zhings I'd rather not zhink about.
Ellesha:	Precisely! Isn't art basically a reminder?
Philyra:	Too many people have Disneyfied ideas about what art should be: they only want stuff that's sweet & cuddly. Sometimes we need reminders that the world is not always that way.
Andrei:	Maybe it's zhe other way around: I see so much crap in everyday life zhat sometimes I want sumdin' sweet & cuddly. I think of art as countermeasure against global insanity.
Ellesha:	Art has the potential to change the way we view the world. In our culture, there's generally not enough art. How many people "live art" each moment?
Jules:	Quoi? I'm afraid global insanity will continue despite art.