Why are we here? Where do we come from? Traditionally, these are questions for philosophy, but philosophy is dead.
If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm.
What does that represent? There was never any question in plastic art, in poetry, in music, of representing anything. It is a matter of making something beautiful, moving, or dramatic - this is by no means the same thing.