My previous post just made me wonder, can one have a story without a soul or a soul without a story? This is obviously a chicken and egg dilemma, but an interesting proposition. What caused our modern dearth of good stories? Was it that man declared himself not to have a soul and then lives/writes accordingly or was it that our stories have lost their soul and thus is the quickening of our own souls stifled? Or is it that we, as modern pre-occupied citizens, have little or no development of character within ourselves and thus cannot translate this into fine literature? Or is it some combination of the three? Whatever the cause, it is certainly cause for alarm as the problem will perpetuate with each ensuing generation, now is the time to begin changing the course of the Titanic though an iceberg looms large in the distance. If you can write stories or music, if you can sing or dance, act, draw, paint, make sculptures out of mashed potatoes, whatever your skill, this is the time to put something beautiful and enriching into the world before culture in general loses all of its sensibilities forever as cave-dwelling fish have lost all ability to see.
There is a hunger for quality work, but if famine becomes starvation, people may take to eating stones and calling it bread. We can perhaps have a world without beauty in the arts, but I would not want to live there!
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