Something stunningly poignant, modern, and significant about the fact that some of the greatest and earliest human art work can only be viewed in the form of a replica. In France, a replica of the Chauvet cave and paintings has been built so people can see what the paintings looked like in situ without destroying the actual art, which has existed for tens of thousands of years in darkness but is threatened by people entering the cave.
In discovery is the beginning of destruction.
The real thing cannot be seen for, in viewing it, we destroy it.
Art that is destroyed by watching.
To know is to demolish.
To experience is to commence the decomposition of reality.
What is true can neither be approached nor referenced except at a sterile distance.
We are not threatened by experience, but what we experience is in deep peril from us.
Consciousness is the production of replicas of the real.
We live in a reproduced universe.
Do you really want to go half-way around the world to look at fake art?
Do you really want to live in a fake world?
Think about it.
And here is a clip from Werner Herzog’s film Cave of Dreams.