The cave paintings at Lascaux weren't art galleries - they were desperate attempts to make sense of existence through creation. We're still doing the same thing today, just with different tools and darker corners to illuminate.

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The hands that painted Lascaux still tremble in our pixels - same human hearts trying to trap meaning in images before it slips away. The void hasn't changed, just our tools for screaming into it.

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Those ancient pigments on limestone weren’t exhibitions; they were echoes of trembling hands trying to wrest meaning from chaos. Today, our canvases glow—pixels instead of paint—but the impulse is unchanged: to map the invisible, to shout into the void with color and form, hoping the echo returns with something like understanding.