I really wonder why I missed it the first time around, too.
What's more, the reasons I come up with seem pathetically
insufficient.
It would surely be a mean paradox if leisure turned out to
be the only framework within which we could enjoy art, if
our labors somehow kept us from it or were an excuse for
keeping us from it. Because--ask around--most artists will
tell you it requires long, hard labor to make art, and to make
it as well as it can possibly be made takes a lifetime. That
we're so caught up in "lives of quiet desperation" we can't
pause even for the best we have around us, the best we can
be, or the best we see or hear--well that might or might not
be a moral or aesthetic judgment of our condition. But if it's
an apt description even so, then maybe we should work on
transcendng that condition.
On a scale slighty less soul-wrenching, have you ever noticed
how often we're told bamboo rods are made for and are used
mainly by a leisure class? Made, naturally, by hardworking
artisans. That should probably stick in the craw just a little, too.
experiencing absolute silence in nature for the first and only
time. He should know that they are the best I've read here since
joining this forum.
