"Someday," she insisted, "art will be taught as science, and science will be taught as art." She tapped her chalk against the board, next to the equations... "Then we'll see." The doctoral candidates glanced at each other uneasily (an increasingly frequent occurrence at these colloquiums). Finally, one of them cleared his throat and ventured, "But that system of equations... It's unsolvable." She nodded reverently. "Indeed... Not just abstract, nor even chaotic. But fundamentally random. Nonetheless, engendering a most beautiful contradiction." She tapped the board again... "In this instance, the art is in the process -- not the outcome." The apprentice frowned. "But, even allowing for transformational shifts, a solution is impossible," he argued. "What's the point?" And she turned to face the assembly. "Just as in art," she explained, "there is no accounting for taste in science. The elegance is inherent in the demonstration." She turned back to the board. "And this..." she remarked softly, "...is infinitely more tasteful than a trivial result."