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The only constant is change.


Well, look at what the internet has created: a breeding ground for ideas, thoughts, stories, novels, writings, interests, novels, &c. Where there used to be only a select few, rich enough, seductive enough, or lucky enough to have pleased the Muses and have their creations seen by the masses, now there are thousands able to spread their mental concoctions to thousands of others mindlessly seeking them. All this being said, why is it worth the effort. What value does a poem have when only read by few. Is there any point in expressing yourself when the room you're in is too dark or too dim for others to see you?


A person is affected by what they are reading, aren't they? A book, story, or essay will provoke new ideas in a person, specifically new points of view. There is no true way to measure the size of the effect the book might have. Science has yet to create a "What If" machine, to tell us what would be different if little Jonny did or didn't read "To Kill a Mockingbird." Even worse, there is less way to prove what kinds of arts will have little effect and what kinds will have massive effect. Some stories seem to affect certain people differently than others: people could cry for days after reading "The Raven," while others would just forget the silly little poem. However, it is certain to say that an idea can, or must be able, to have an effect. Men share ideas with others, easily; kids learn math from books, maybe with difficulty; women are aroused by "Fifty Shades of Grey." As hard as it is to see how an effect might manifest itself, it certainly must be present.


Focusing and forming thoughts into art is itself a hefty task, but is the additional task of sending the ideas out into the open world worth the effort? It can take years to write a novel, months for a story, days for poetry. Completely expending time and energy into a finalized draft of a thought, ready to be implanted into a waiting audience. Is the effort worth it? How many people must the thought affect in order to assure the time lost was spent well? Is it a loss if years are spent writing a book only a few might read? Is the journey worth more than the destination? Most artists, of course, wish for all to see their art. "Every man, certainly, must see this painting of mine," he would say, "Why, a man would be insane not to." Other artists would choose to be selective in their grasp. "Only a few, obviously, would be able to truly understand this piece," he would say, "Why, only someone as esoteric as I would be interested." Who wins? Which of these artists is better, more accomplished?


Despite the goal for glory clouding the vision of most people, it should only require one, single, soul to be affected by an artwork, no matter what the effort required was, to make the art valid. If just one person is affected, their minds, thoughts, or actions changed, modified, or skewed; then there is all the more reason for the art to exist. The art has brought upon physical change to the world it inhibits. The artist has achieved his goal: to have created art. He created a proxy by which another man may be able to change in a way that could not be provoked without that art. Art is art if and only if it has the ability to make a difference. Thus, any ideas, thoughts, stories, novels, writings, interests, novels, and &c will be worth the effort, as they will be truly art.


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