Will winning make the pain go away?
At what point have you won?
When did the race start?
How far ahead of me is everyone else?
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I think poetry breaks the barriers of time and space. i think that's what art is supposed to be. It is the idea you feel is so important that it must be preserved.
How do you preserve?
You take something solid, like stone, and you carve it into the shape you want. You apply order to chaos. At first this confused me. I thought that art was only the rendering of chaos, but I know better than that now. Art is what you create to withstand the chaos, and inspire greater and more efficient order. It is the example of all examples, a structure designed in itself to be the ultimate statement. It has no value in the physical world, aside from its intention.
Intention is what makes the piece discernibly important.
Intention is the human voice you can hear wafting off the medium
In every chisel mark of every statue,
and every pen scratch of every poem.
The human race is getting better and better at handling its business.
It almost seems like we might just reach that point when order has won out over chaos. We're almost there, always. In a constant state of almost.
As each human lives their life and tries their hardest to make the Earth a more bearable place to live in, each successive generation has gotten closer to comfort. But is it a victory for us when we reach that point where all opposing forces have been neutralized?
Never.
It is the nature of humanity that we require war, famine, poverty, murder, death, strife, humiliation, anger, and depression.
And this is why art will never stop happening. Because the order just keeps stacking up, and often we need someone to wade through all of it and find a meaning. To find a reason for all of us to keep going along with this big charade that has been handed down by those that preceded us. This never ending game of organizing the chaos.