Sunday, January 6, 2019

eating bolognese

Feeling somewhat crushed by the weight of the world's problems, I mourn that making art won't help the woman who is battered in domestic abuse or save the boys who hang out by the 191st Street station, selling drugs.

Well do you want to solve those problems, asks John.

I stare at him blankly, because of course I do. What am I supposed to say? No I'm just fine with all those things occurring around me, thank you very much.

But, perhaps, says Maritain, the distinterested pursuit of beauty can be a healer in and of itself.

Perhaps the path that you have chosen has some merit in and of itself. Perhaps you can be of service in small ways. Perhaps this road will lead to good things, if you just keep committed to it.

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