But what have these analyses regarding the department store, museum of art, science and art to do with the virgin birth? We have indeed touched precisely on these analyses owing to the said topic. Indeed, these analyses have shown us that in the mentality and way of life of terrestrial human beings there begins to form a sphere of experience that has nothing whatsoever to do with the animal process of propagation or reproduction. It turns out to be a sphere of interest that differs from the animal's in that it lies totally outside the worship of the male or female sex. In its highest appearance it finds vent in creating just for the sake of creating. This creation is thus in its highest appearance not a male being's paying court to a female being or vice versa. It is not the cooing of a wood pigeon for its mate, even though, in its lowest or tenderest incipient forms, it may well sometimes still be infected or inspired by energies of amorous love to some degree. It is this creative tendency that eventually becomes the purest and most precious art. But in the beginner world of this art there arises also the case where the artists can still become inspired to create through only an intoxication of amorous love. When such artists are not in love they cannot create. This applies in certain cases to both writers and visual artists. But when they finally are in love they are sometimes able to create a great work, though this work is almost always, either in poetic, novelistic or pictorial art form, an exaggerated or high-sounding eulogy to the male and female atmosphere of passion and is thus not one hundred per cent real true art. Of course, these works of art produced in the intoxication of passion can be extraordinarily beautiful and breathtaking to the emotionally sensitive reader or spectator, and thereby make their creators famous and worshipped as geniuses. But for the level-headed thinker who is seeking the absolute truth, they have no draw. As the items produced are not manifested through a level-headed, complete impartiality, they cannot possibly be, as mentioned, any absolutely perfect or one hundred per cent expression of the real truth in their field and accordingly cannot be regarded as art. Art must be a real expression of the truth. Otherwise, it is not science. And when it is not science, it can be an expression of only its originator's or creator's illusion or error, his intoxication and the resulting tendency for exaggeration or partiality in the field in question. And much art formerly regarded as masterpieces, be they books or pictures, will eventually as a consequence of this become waste-paper as evolution progresses and terrestrial humanity's powers of observation see through their various shortcomings.
      Since art can be really true art only by virtue of being a really true science, and since true science can exist only as a one hundred per cent expression of the absolute truth and such an expression of absolute truth cannot possibly exist without being totally devoid of bias, it becomes visible here as a fact that a being whose organic structure determines that it can sense or experience only partially cannot possibly experience the absolute perfect truth. A being for which it is a vital necessity to possess another being as a favourite and, as a favourite, has its love reciprocated by this being could not possibly be anything other than biased towards this other being. This partiality is its joy, its highest happiness in life and hence its normality.