The words “form,” and “style,” tend to allude to and to calcify in the mindset of beginners, that of a dogmatic approach. They then become well-intentionedly frightened to depart from this stricture, in case of displeasing someone or another, or straying from what they imagine is the path. Or simply because they mistake the finger pointing to the moon as the source of light! And so further new discovery and refinement stops dead. A living art becomes a rote and dies.
This strange human predisposition of bending the facts, and following the ape seen as “powerful,” even into misfortune, probably first arose in the minds of our ape ancestors and their clans, an early evolution of the cult politics of the simian. The assumption of there being security in numbers if even on a self-extinction trajectory based on erroneous belief, is a strange predisposition. Looking at the world today, this quirk appears alive and well and is devouring us as a species. All someone has to do is to get on a stage and sing a song and suddenly numbers of people imagine he has the answers to all their problems.
And so, the wheel of life captures us in its thrall and keeps us rotating in meaninglessly stagnant circles, stopping us from expanding our horizons. Sometimes sadly, human beings even engage cruelty and injustice to inflict parochially outdated, dead views, as history reveals.