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I was breathless when you told me about the "art" comment in a recent conversation. Reading it here again I was at first struck silent. Not understanding the importance of art is a kind of senselessness, an emotional blindness or deafness. I suppose if you don't "get" art, then you don't miss it. But what a shame to miss all those voices and faces around us in poems, dance, paintings, music. Somehow it is with the help of those voices and faces that we better understand our own. In the end my sorrow for this person is that she is missing one of the most powerful ways to hold and love herself and others - the deeper awareness fostered by the arts.


Nah, she doesn't mind LOOKING at art or listening to it. She just doesn't want to perform it or study it. No money in that. See? She's practical. She's my hero.


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