So I did get to see the Anish Kapoor exhibition in the end. Three of us travelled to London from our village and made a day of it.
Strangely though, it was the TV program 2 weeks earlier that gave rise to my more philosophical musings about the exhibition. The thing itself was more along the lines of a fairground - what with the funny mirrors and the firing of the meat gun every 20 minutes.
Some of the objects were so greedy for space that people had to pick their way around them. Others, like the huge mirrored surfaces, conveyed a different message. Through reflections (and reflections of reflections) of people and of architecture, they created all the space you could possibly want.
And then there was that massive wax stool, forced slowly and steadily through the graceful arched portals separating a line of galleries.
Now what was that all about, I wonder?