You might as well say that it is poetical to be sea-sick. Being sick is a revolt. Both being sick and being rebellious may be the wholesome thing on certain desperate occasions; but I'm hanged if I can see why they are poetical. Revolt in the abstract is—revolting. It's mere vomiting.—G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday
In art, love of the law translates into two complimentary forms of piety: the piety of craft married to the piety of subject matter.
The piety of craft: because fundamental to craft is reverence for tradition. The modern devaluation of craft is a profanation.
Sacred time is circular. It is an incessant return to origins. Therefore, sacred art finds invention in the retelling of the same stories, in the reverential recreation of the same forms. The modern striving for novelty is a profanation.
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