The world has lost its way with Modernism. With its vague and abstract art and stream of consciousness literature, it has lost touch with anything real or solid. C. S. Lewis once said, “Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.” Modernism has lost regularity and in attempting to change meaning has lost meaning; by its own definition it cannot be defined. Language is disputed and art left up to interpretation leading into potential chaos. The modern world is a place where paintings of Campbell’s soup cans will hang in an art museum to be praised by critics or modernistic blotches of color like ‘Le rideau jaune’ by Henri Matisse will be considered for their inner meaning. They are a far cry from the tangible reality of the ‘Arnolfini Portrait’ by Jan van Eyck or the ‘Mona Lisa’ by Leonardo Da Vinci.