The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.


Suzy Gablik Magritte (1970) ch. 1


The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.