When analytic thought, the knife, is applied to experience, something is always killed in the process. That is fairly well understood, at least in the arts. Mark Twain's experience comes to mind, in which, after he had mastered the analytic knowledge needed to pilot the Mississippi River, he discovered that the rive had lost its beauty. Something is always killed. But what is less noted in the arts--something is always created, too. And instead of dwelling on what is killed it's important to also see what's created and to see the process as a kind of death-birth continuity that is neither good or bad, but just is.