Been reading Emerson. He confirms something mentioned more than once on this blog:
“Nature hates calculators; her methods are saltatory and impulsive. Man lives by pulses; our organic movements are such; and the chemical and ethereal agents are undulatory and alternate; and the mind goes antagonizing on, and never prospers but by fits.”
The kind of art best able to register this intermittency has a flow, a movement, hence a forgetting. The worst is the kind that realizes a pre-existing concept.