As I have written years ago, the only meaningful object of art is the artist oneself, and works of art are only traces of the process of self-realization (“L’art, c’est moi,” September 21, 1995). Whence the insightful title of my book as an object of art, of course. How about yoga and art, though? Yoga is about I, me, and mine in art. Just like in yoga, the highest achievement in art is the dissolution of I, me, and mine. Together with I, me, and mine, works of art dissolve, as well. Whence the proper end of my book, it goes without saying. In the end, everyone becomes an artist and everything becomes a work of art, as Joseph Beuys has long suggested. The old shaman be praised for his insight.