The door

      Dollcee came through the door from the external culture and said, if you felt you had the seeds of a concept and all these things are emerging and fitting neatly into the concept and even though you were sure you didn’t really have a clue as to what you were up to; it is still legitimate to claim it as artistic expression?

      Padoke said, that is truly amazing Dollcee, as you entered the little room, there was a leader of mankind being interviewed on the television and he said the exact same thing you said, only instead of the term artistic expression, he said future progress.

      Cybo said, if something can be articulated, it is art. That includes the whatever it is, doesn’t make any sense to who ever is stating it or, those who are receiving the communication.

      Cybo didn’t stop there, Dollcee, if the whatever has aesthetical value for the whoever, then it is legitimate artistic expression.

      Dos didn’t enter into the discussion and kept tapping his left foot at about sixty beats per-minute.

      Dollcee sat down and began tapping beats on her knees about one hundred and twenty beats per-minute.

      Padoke got comfortable in front of the pixels and noise of the television and Cybo went back to conserving energy.