The Value of Unity

What is the value of unity in art? In theatre? Of unity of the self – natured arguments perceiving even more thoroughly the necessity of progress but as a dystopic thing, a divided thing and when the new is not separate but with itself complete and whole there is no way the thing can leave you anything but whole. Perfection is the great enemy of the audience who needs not to be whole but to be torn apart. To be separated – the body at least somewhat taken apart left open because in perfection there is no necessity in perfection there is no art there is no provision – no impact. The well made play is a fallacy. A dangerous object masquerading as masterpiece. The necessity resides in the imperfection, in humanity beyond sensitivity, in inability, in failure in not the perfect circle but the broken line. The broken line, and art must be broken, we must be broken in order to fulfill any sort of basic emotional, cultural, or personal need. It seems so basic to me this idea of unwholeiness. Intrinsic, to me. Keep the work challenging, stop the flow and in the process stop us, separate us from that collective morality juggernaut of pseudo religion and actual perversity, the judgment of the public. The value of unity lies simply then, not in the level of presence, but in the lack thereof entirely.