She is very shy. You have too pretend that she is not there when she
comes, but you know she is there because you have no idea what time it
is, and you have forgotten your self again. It occurs to me as I
proceed, that the lines stop being objects and start to become something
else. Pure proportion. Just a harmony of lengths, sizes, and shapes; a
prototype Mondrian. Harmony, music, interval, number; all these things
are related. It is the link between art, music, and science. A good
painting vibrates, because of the resonance of its parts. Vibrates
visually, and psychologically...