“The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past.” – William Faulkner
Nothing is as beautiful as we can imagine it. Yet, there would be nothing unless we’d imagine it first.
That’s the thing… the constant aspiration towards what doesn’t exist…yet.
We are who we are because we spend most of our time dreaming of becoming much, much more.
And art has the habit of showing us what is possible.
Art asks the question: “What else is there?”
What else is there for us?
What more can we gain from life? From ourselves? From others?
Also, art gives us hope.
We are not unique… our worries and troubles…
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