From Libra to Venus

It wasn't long before Art Rebel found himself at a familiar haunt, doodling his next escapade into existence.   Defying the omnipresent TV of Sauron, he broke the soft silky chains of that wretched, flaccid banality to challenge the Silent Strictures of Society.  A moment before he seemed so hopelessly ensnared, but in the twinkling of an eye he was transformed and executed this daring midtown Art-Attack.   No one among the throngs paid him any mind, of course, for Art Rebel is in fact quite invisible to all but a very seldom few.   Should he regret this, or rejoice?   It is difficult to say, isn't it?