We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe …
Ray Bradbury wrote that in a poem called “We have our Arts so we don’t die of Truth.”
One of the many outrages of the coronavirus panic is discarding the Arts among the other “non-essential” functions of humans.
Music non-essential? Live performances non-essential — even dangerous?
Humbug.
I say again: Humbug.
I will take this heresy one step further: There is no non-essential human life. To deprive one of her livelihood in the name of “saving” another is a crime.
With the theaters dark and the auditoriums empty, who will teach us how to breathe?
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