Something is wrong with that saying, unless you are familiar with the brother of the Chinese philosopher Tao. He was an artist and his name was Thou. Thou made it up to heaven and everyone there loved his art, which consisted mostly of pottery, sculptures and these jade carvings. One day he made a sculpture of Buddah and someone accused him of being out of accord with heavenly form and for this he was tossed out of heaven, but his art still remains there. He said that he didn’t really like heaven anyways, and at this point he changed his name from Thou to Who. He ended up designing this crazy town which he became the mayor of and this town of Whoville was named after him. There was a third brother that was named Hao that was a detective although not much is known about him, except that the story of Charlie Chan was based on some of his exploits. Oddly enough when Tao, Thou and Hao were young, their family owned a brown cow.
Up in heaven, among the angelic spirits art is ornate and exists in glorious forms such that no artist in the world could ever imitate. What is so wonderful about this, is that absolutely everything up there is beautiful as well as being full of significance. Everyone who get to heaven sees and rejoices, perceiving the secrets of heaven as they are learning the language of the angels to unravel the mysteries of afterlife as they are absorbing secret knowledge. I think that it was Plato the guy from the Republic who said something like art imitates the objects and events of ordinary life, thus he considered a work of art to be a copy of a copy of a form, being even more of an illusion than an ordinary experience. What a wacky guy, but without this type of attitude, art would be just plain boring!
Written for 1/12/19 Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “art”.