Actually humanly struggles, infallible principles can make everyone cherish light, if the things we do make the wheels turn.
What would we do if we came across ourselves all of a sudden? Yes, we sometimes say things to ourselves but what if we see ourselves facing us? What would we say, would we want to say something, would we be scared and run away? Not like looking at the mirror to our reflection, the same of us that we can touch, as alive as we are. We, living in a parallel world, a parallel we. Are we really one and only?
Art. A word that is strictly connected with freedom. Not being dependent on anything, anyone, searching only its own truth, trying to find a meaning only in itself. However strongly people, regimes, tyrants struggle to shape it according to their beliefs, ideas, it demands its independence, its own free will. It grows like flowers growing on stones, demolishing all outdated ideas and systems.