I kind of came to the conclusion after I did finally get married that love and relationships are just a series of horrific losses with hopefully one win.
I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.
In the beginning of the human race there was no genetic load which would cause undesirable traits such as appear in offspring of marriages between relatives today.