how many paintings disappeared in the cellars of unknown artists. and how many musical compositions did not see the light. how many brilliant photos dissolve in billions of “amateurs” who have come up with the popularization of photographic equipment. countless.
how many really good things were unexplored, clever thoughts were not written down, revolutionary ideas were forgotten.
what is the value of this? nothing.
the world consumes us and our heritage. what mankind leaves to the offspring has no value, not because of his grandeur, but because of his uselessly.
any of our development is priceless, because we, our whole history – just a moment, in the space of the universe.
culture is only necessary for us, its overestimation is not so bright, because the need for it in our life is proved by its creation and demand. although he could have been forged.
all this darkness is empty.