MedlemTheUndergroundMan000

Dostoevsky once mysteriously remarked, 'The world will be saved by beauty'. What does that mean? For a long time I thought it was just a phrase. How could it be possible? When in our bloodthirsty history did beauty save whom from what? Beauty has ennobled and elevated, yes but when has it ever saved?

Could it be that the old trinity of Truth, Goodness and Beauty is not just a well worn cliche to trotted out on official occasions, as it appeared to us in our conceited materialist youth? If the tops of these three trees merge, as the sages of old used to say, but the too obvious too straight shoots of Truth and Goodness are choked, felled suppresed then may not perhaps the fantastic, unpredictable, unexpected shoots of shoots of beauty fight their way through and soar up to the same place, and thus achieve the task of all three?

And in that case will not Dostoevsky's words, 'The world will be saved by beauty' turn out to be no slip of the tongue, but a prophecy? For he was granted extraordinary vision, he was amazingly inspired.

And then perhaps art and literature will really be able to help the modern world.

I'm a sick man... a spiteful man... an unattractive man, that's what I am.

I seem to be in some kind of expectation of something; i can't help feeling I'm ill, and that soon something decisive will happen. I feel that I'm approaching a turning point in my life, that I've reached a state of maturity and on the verge of something peaceful, blithe- perhaps awesome- but certainly inevitable.