wasn't that on paris buhler's day off? is the centerpiece of the pivotal scene in the movie. high school kids playing hooky and when they come to the art institute, one of them named cameron stares for a long time at the painting. as he gazes more and more deeply into the painting, with a stricken look on his face, the scene disappeared from view and it falls apart into a chaotic random collection of colored dots. it's at that moment he realizes his own life seems to be falling apart. i have a certain sympathy for him, but what i see when i look at the painting is in chaos. i don't see the world falling apart. what i see is the world being analyzed down to the smallest and most basic parts. seeing the little dots for which it is made up that it doesn't seem to me that the world is falling apart, it means more than one way to look at the picture. and there is more than one way to look at the world. the other is of common experience yet to see the world as analyzed by science, fields of force and it can be described mathematically. that's one way of getting it related to scienc