Cole grey: Its why I said ‘social mysteries” But art, as I said once, is an endless realm of discovery and joy where the learning and learned blend into each other in a form of enslavement with no slave. No matter how perfect or neat, an element of mystery remains in it. A noxious coquette, makes me mad. Flabuert, for example, was an exceptional writer but to his death did he obsess and rejoice over every paragraph and phrase in his work. And died still in awe of the Written Word.