In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the Gods see everywhere.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Builders, 1807-1882.
The verse hides in them the simple truth that why the Art, as we see today, is not as awe-inspiring as of compared to the past. Not because art was in the realm of religion, but, simply that artists didn’t become lax in their self-discipline and scrimp, cut the corners, to trade quality over time or speed; art was not produced, per se, but crafted, Art was truly an art form —in other words, of Frankfurt, there were no bullshit.