I don’t know but beauty is likely to be a kind of illusion, invention, a make-up. One spin and it dissolves. But despite this I love illusions, I’m an illusionist creating them. It’s better to have some beautiful illusions than not to have them at all. When they deprive us of illusions it’s as though they deprive children of fairy-tales. I like to tell them fairy-tales though they may call me a liar, but I’m a beautiful liar.