The Age is the stage.
The evil gallop harder than the good to their own deaths.
One becomes a pillar; another bites it.
The fool scrubs the night and carries the day out in a basket.
Truth in a village, error in a pillage.
The Tower of Babel and Brueghel played scrabble.
The house on fire warms the neighbors.
Great paintings devour great artists.
When the painter plays the pedagogue, the students enter the artist’s fog.
Details rule the world; particulars govern the universe.
Turvy-topsy, burly-hurly, down-so-upy, Bruegel whirly.
There is a world of paint brushes; there is one Pieter Bruegel..