What is art?

I choose to believe that no one person is simply defined by the basic elements that comprise them. non-linear mathematics - an intangible concept of gestalt thought and connectionist principles - that make a person much more than the sum of all they are.

What can I add together to make myself? Am I a definable amalgamation of traits and primitives? is there a recipe for me, something physical, explainable by the coding of intertwining strands, bound by science? that when acted upon by certain forces - natural selection, meiosis, hormonal growth - create who I am?

science would have me believe so. I believe science. after all, the scientific method is my bible. i live my life by fact, by statistical relevance and irrefutable theory. that which cannot be negated must be true, for no one can disprove it. logic.

beautiful.

I detest art. this is a hilarious concept, because those who knew me not much more than a year ago would know I loved art. so much freedom - to be unbound and to relish in the endless pursuit of perfection - to do what you find worth doing, where others may share your opinion yet the majority say no. subjective yet daring - provocative yet plagued with the limitations of society, culture, etc. - whatever bias you can think of you can break with art. you can push the boundaries and explore limitless options, with good taste or most often and best, without.

such is the problem i see with art. who defines what is acceptable? who defines what is genius? you cannot put a 95% CI on a Picasso, Warhol, Dali as to where they fall in the world's population in terms of artistic ability. an inherent flaw. there is no methodology, no manual by which to critique it. nothing is proper, the scientific method does not apply because you cannot make it testable. it cannot be explained by science. such is art. why define what it is, when it is art?

lately I've began to wonder whether I've become more than a blastomere that has divided and differentiated to form who I am. where does science begin to fade, to be inexplainable? at what point do the lines between science and art begin to blur, the mix, to merge? is it even science and art, or is this something of philosophy? an embodiment of consciousness in it's most basal form? beyond that even?

so many things are inexplainable in this world. surely our understanding of being alive are not just the electrochemical properties of billions and trillions of neurons and synapses. what makes us so much more than just meat and bones?

how do you define the undefinable when you don't have the means to explain it? I don't know what I believe in anymore. how can anybody believe in anything when we don't even understand how we are who we are?