Concealing art with art is like wearing out a sleeve of the angel’s robe in a Resurrection. Why Aristotle dismisses Parmenides and other Eleatics (on the issue of the One and the many on the grounds of form) is a conundrum for which many should have killed themselves before, not after. One senses here not love but a distaste for the angled beams which emerge from the center of four, probably square, flat volumes to release the celestial ray locked in matter. I’ve never heard of a prettier trick! So let me join you in establishing a city… One might…