Upon Hearing a College Student Ask, “What’s the Point of Making Art That Will Outlive Us if the World Is Collapsing While We Are Alive?”
Because Gaudi’s cathedral still drips with the sweat of its maker, and the march of the headlines need not crush what enchants you. Because who knows how long the memory of mercies among us might last, or where mercy resides beyond memory. Because you, too, have been shaken awake by age-old phrases that someone scribbled down moments before the soldiers… Read more →