There is something so convincing to my mind about a hallucination because it’s so intricate and happening in real time. Just looking at this thing jaw agape: you could never draw it, you could never have imagined it, and yet it must in some sense be said to be yours because its happening in your mind. And so then you wonder, ‘Well, what is my relationship to this thing? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Did I make it? Does it come out of me? Or is it no more me than me standing looking at the evening star? What is the source of this transcendent beauty that resides within the human nervous system?’ I confess I don’t have the answer…

This beauty that we find resident within ourselves is, I think, is the strongest argument I personally know of that we are more than clay.