In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space eternity life and death.

Not longer loved or fostered by religion beauty is lifted from its face as a mask and its absence exposes features on that face which threaten to become incomprehensible to man.

To say that a work of art is good but incomprehensible to the majority of men is the same as saying of some kind of food that it is very good but that most people can't eat it.