A Thought from Newman

The outward exhibition of infinitude is mystery.

I figured out years ago that most of the art I really care about, in every medium, has one thing in common: that it conveys to me a sense of mystery. This goes a long way toward explaining that phenomenon. I love the sense that there is always something beyond, something yet unknown. We will never fully absorb and comprehend the beatific vision, or exhaust the experiences of the kingdom of heaven.


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