"We have artists with no scientific knowledge and scientists with no artistic knowledge and both with no spiritual sense of gravity at all, and the result is not just bad, it's ghastly!"
I am an artist!
My old friend Robin's stepfather Wayne (cool guy: very "out there") had that written on the back of his backpack. I remember that way back from the age of 16 or whenever it was. Seemed like such a dangerous statement to make, tantamount to writing "I'm a poor bastard!" or "I'm pretentious!" on your pack. Nevertheless, I used that as the title of a college entrance essay less than two years later. I got in, but I didn't go to that school (Emerson college).
Instead I went to New York University to labor at the prestigious Tisch School of the Arts. Namedrop, namedrop, blah blah blah. I studied in the Experimental Theatre Wing for 3 and 1/2 years, with early graduation because of AP credits. I'm a smarty-pants.