I raised an eye brow after looking at it for a moment, "it's sand." I said bluntly as if it was of no consequence.<br/><br/>While I found it impressive the detail and destined, and respected the it took so long to make a part of me just didn't get it. It was sand tip it over and all that beauty would end up being a mess on the floor. My understanding of art was that it was a way to preserve the beauty of this world to be appreciated for years to come, this just didn't make sense to me.<br/><br/>The cosmos and unity business went over my head. Religion had never been a part of my life and spirituality even less. The mandala was wasted on me. Art as a whole usually was while I accepted that it was pretty and was impressed Goodfellow created it, it seemed like a bit of a waste to make something that couldn't last and further more I didn't get how sand was suppose to to help me 'experience a mystical sense of oneness with the ultimate unity from which the cosmos in all its manifest forms arises'. It sounded like a lot of crap to me.<br/><br/>I shrugged "I don't get it exactly, it's pretty and all but it's just sand. If someone bumps the desk it's gone so whats the point?" I asked looking a little bored.