Dust

I've been reading the bell jar. I'm not that far into it but it seems to be getting darker and darker. This is my kind of stuff; really dismal.

One quote really caught my attention though. Buddy asks Esther if she knows what a poem is. She replies "No, what?"
"A piece of dust."
She imagines herself telling him," So are those cadavers you cut up. Sop are the people you think you're curing. they're dust as dust as dust. I wrecken a good poem last a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together."

But instead we she says nothing.

I think this really reflects how our society regards all art. We ignore it or, at the least, throw it askew because we believe there are so many more important in life.

We don't look for a career that fulfills us artistically, but monetarily.
We read and listen and make music and books purely for entertainment all the time never considering the implications it has of us as people, or even worse, what it could be doing for us.
People are superficial. They want to look good to their friends and even better for their enemies.

Further more people don't even know how to appreciate beauty anymore. Everything is beautiful and perfect originally but people analyze it. They take it apart till it's no longer wonderful. Science is not the enemy of art but if we don't learn how to make it complement nature and beauty and art, it will destroy it.

When we all die, nothing we did will really matter. A new generation will come to criticize it and improve what we left them. We have to leave them something beyond a world without mystery and where people have to much control over anything. People need to create, have something to contribute the universe. We need to learn to glorify this world, this beautiful world, so that when we are gone, they remember.