The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
天地没有偏爱,对待万物像对待草扎的狗一样;圣人也没有偏爱,对待百姓像对待草扎的狗一样。
I’m not here to be second place.
The most profound technologies are those that disappear. They weave themselves into the fabric of everyday life until they are indistinguishable from it.