Ke tujh mein hai rab dikhta
I was trained for a world of numbers. Forming patterns, integrating logic, and breaking both down. Feedback mechanisms for self-evaluation, ensnaring randomness and jumping over singularities. For a while, it kept me awake at nights, but I got over it.
For me, the creation of art, and the artist are incomprehensible. How can Art, the particular, be more universal than all the equations and theories combined? And how can someone communicate, without defining in the express terms of numbers?
To witness it's creation is to be completely baffled and in awe; of the process, of its inputs and outputs, and the uniqueness of the blackbox inbetween.