An artist, it may be said, works through bringing the unconscious to the finite world of the conscious. The artist is not one to judge, other than to 'create' or transcribe or intuit the world of the unconscious. The artist sees things. The artist has intuitions, a keen eye. The artist notices.

And for the things he, or she, brings forth, out of sensitivity, he, or she, will suffer, as sometimes it is hard or painful to notice things, to go through the noticing and the transcribing. The artist notices things about his own behavior, and must admit great fault and weakness.

And the artist, beyond what he himself must go through in the process of revealing, must then at least occasionally endure the reaction of reader, viewer, listener. And what the artist might reveal, while feeling awkward about it himself, but of course acknowledging that which is not perfect or faulted as well as the good in life, has a potential of being reviled in the gut reaction of the public. As if to say, 'how could you come up with something like that, deeply offensive, etc.?' The artist gets pilloried for collecting the natural specimens of the unconscious and bringing them back to us, the public feeling it only right to judge them for desirability or undesirability.

Being sensitive, the artist suffers worse than another such a charge. While knowing within that he is just an observer, a messenger, the negative reaction comes like itself as a storm out of the great unconscious, unless he can remember that the charge is coming from those not so attune, though this judgmental distinction would be alien to him, as he is willing to see all as windows upon the unconscious.

So what might seem to one who levels a charge against the artist of 'this is inappropriate, rude, offensive, disrespectful, etc.' as a justified thing, a defense of honor, would not appreciate the devastation, the suffering brought to the artist. Though of course we, the public, would say, 'oh, come on; he's used to not giving a damn what we all think.'

So Christianity tells a story in which it is the case that the greater is revealed the nature of the soul, the human being, the repleteness of the unconscious, the beauty of its design, the greater the punishment will be. It's as if the deeper and the farther and more comprehensive the view from that which is beyond our consciousness (as scientifically and impersonally realized by the artist) the greater the negative reaction upon the part of conscious world.

And so perhaps is an artist created, by the need to justify the sanctity of his work, having to explain and defend what other's don't get and don't see the overall benevolence in.