Art, whether written, visual, musical, or in any other form, is suffering of neglect. We are like parents who, when our child takes its first steps, says, “Whew! *smacks child on back* another milestone, now, time to work on running *cracks whip*!” without ever appreciating those life-affirming first steps. To translate this to an artistic situation: someone journeys to a museum to see a Mark Rothko painting and upon seeing the Rothko and observing it for less than fifteen seconds says, “I saw the Rothko *checks mental mark* now, let’s see, any Pollocks here?”