Everything has an external and an internal aspect or component. And I mean everything – creatures, objects, events, relationships, connexions, equations, circumstances, etc. The external can be visualized as a box or container, and the internal as a butterfly trapped inside the box. The butterfly is delicate, complex, beautiful, with a life of its own – an unpredictability, whereas the box is regular, simple, hard, and uninteresting. The box and the butterfly are totally different from each other, so different in fact that they effectively belong to different worlds. The box has little awareness of the butterfly – maybe if the creature awakens and starts to flutter around then the box may feel a little of the activity, but because they are worlds apart, those feelings make little sense. Science is the study, and thereby the celebration, of the external, so much so that it denies the internal even exists. Art – the creation of forms so unstable their magical contents are always spilling forth – is the celebration of the internal. The teacher's job is to waken your butterfly. Your job is to break the box and set it free – let it be.