The current consensus is that art should never claim to give answers; only ask questions. The emphasis of this ideal is due to a fear of actually reaching some ultimate truth, or worse, settling for a false truth. “In The Tibetan Book of the Dead, [where] the departed soul is described as shrinking in agony from the Pure Light of the Void, and even from the lesser, tempered Lights, in order to rush headlong into the comforting darkness of selfhood as a reborn human being, or even as a beast, an unhappy ghost, a denizen of hell. Anything rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated Reality—anything!”(Aldus Huxley). On some level we understand that meaning is found in the search for truth and an ultimate answer would undoubtedly mark the end of that search and consequently, the end of progress; science; art; culture; modernity. However, this fear is irrational and shortsighted- for it is inevitable that with every answer comes infinitely more questions.