First of S&S, sorry for hijacking the thread. Hope you are getting ideas, tho'', as this is fun...
Bishop, you''ve given me some great ideas, btw. I appreciate your viewpoint, as it is the most articulate version of this position that I have so far encountered. (Being that it''s so hypothetical, most I''ve talked with can''t seem to delve deep into the implications of such a weird / fantastical difference)
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Original post by bishop_pass
No need to be disturbed. Everyone certainly has the right to do art. But your matter-replicating society allows everyone to have a perfect working copy of virtually anything somebody else might dream up.
I picture that there would be a small part of society, living on an island somewhere in this world, with an old style free market economy, living without plenty just as the Amish live without electricity. (Not a value judgement, btw, just a cool point of detail to round out this world).
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But here is where struggle aids in building character. It tests your fortitude. Although I admit I probably do not have the fortitude to endure Latin homework. But where is the character building happening with our utopian artists and consumers of their matter-replicated art? These poor souls have it too easy. Their art will undoubtedly be of the worst nature imaginable. For without the poignant and life enriching experience of actually living life, they will have trouble portraying it.
I think you''re still focusing too much entirely on the physical. Wealth and plenty do not ensure happiness. As the old common wisdom goes, there are plenty of wealthy people who suicide because of factors beyond wealth.
If you look at the history of human civilization I think you''ll see a common theme: As soon as we address one major issue, we start working on another. When agricultural societies met the basic needs, there was time to learn to solve the next level of problems.
Fear not, bishop. This society will not be problem free.
They may not appreciate the value of matter, but mind is another thing entirely....
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But despite this case you make (and it is a good case; I have always liked the word ''tromp'') that your modest consumerism still enables you to define your individuality, you have tied its origins to mall shopping. Malls are the most unindividualistic places on Earth, second only to food marts. If you''ve been in one mall, you''ve been in them all. I must say I avoid them like the plague. I choose only to patronize them when I realize I may need some new clothes.
Don''t like chain stores, eh?
Notice, though, that as the civilization moves in the direction of chain stores, you must spend greater and greater amounts of energy fighting the trend. Not saying this is good or bad, just making an observation.
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Back to the phrase "endeavors which many have no right to participate in." They should have to work for it. And this will keep the numbers of participants down. By working for it, you have declared your desire to be a participant. If anybody can become a participant, the field becomes clogged with unlearned and noncommittal individuals creating numerous problems and possibly endangering others.
I like fan fiction. It''s the worst tripe you can imagine. But some people have actually turned out good work. These people still rise above the others, dispite relatively easy barrier to entry, and I gravitate toward their works.
The low barrier to entry to writing or singing or poetry does mean that the connoisseur has to tolerate a much higher level of mediocrity. Maybe the tradeoff is less of a virulent reaction to elitism?
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Yes, and getting hurt just plain hurts. I know. But to quote Gordon Wiltsie, an author and in his own way, an artist: "Here, in the spacious wilderness stretching between Mount Whitney and the Sawtooth Range, lie most of my fondest climbing memories, as well as my closest brushes with elements far more powerful than I. This landscape has humbled me and it has almost killed me. But mostly, it has inspired me to come alive ."
The very same mountains he describes have filled me with awe and wonder. I have labored up four miles of steep canyon and snow to stand in reverance at what one could only describe as God''s own throne room. And I am not religious. On like trips, I have been rained and hailed upon. I have experienced thunder and lighting that has truly scared me. Yet I reveled in the awesome power of it. I have vomited from the high altitude more times than I can count. And yes, I have slept out in the cold. In short, I have been absolutely miserable. But the power of the experience is so intense, that despite my vowing never to do it again, I soon find myself yearning for the experience once again. It does build character, and the memories produced shine like beacons among the more mundane.
Hey Bishop, you''re probably the reason why a civilization like this would found colonies on other planets, or beneath the oceans. You definitely represent a personality type that this society would not understand.
Oddly enough, I find myself attracted to S&S''s fictional world because I''m a person very closely connected with my own mortality. I enjoy the mental struggle, like what we''re doing now. But the physical is just too precarious. Some would distain my life as too
safe . But given a limited life, that can be lived once and only once, with nothing else beyond-- well, I want to do every damn thing I can to stretch out and savor the time I have.
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To succeed at art and literature, it seems to me you must live and experience life. You must experience the struggle of striving and failure. Tragedy and loss too.
I think there''s a strong element of truth to this, but I don''t think it''s the only source of great art. Part of great art is great perception, and as much as it pisses me off, you don''t have to earn perception. There are plenty of great artists out there that whose tragedy and loss pales in comparison to others, and nevertheless they somehow manage to make great works.
(Sadly, the opposite is also true... plenty of savaged souls out there who don''t manage to make great art...)
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Just waiting for the mothership...