so now we are back in it, or how are we back in it?

I mean -- now that one can say that -- I have been reading this about Cocteau -- to fall asleep -- but then I got a ittle curious, and thought, what did that number of that journal look like, and were there women in it (unfortunately, always a question in my mind), and what was their work like and could it be played -- received differently -- by me! the reader, ok -- here it is, I am jumping back and now -- what does it mean to be an artist now with this sort of access to information?, this sort of knowledge and pleasure and ability to choose one's imaginations... and for what purpose of course, and why