Outer Life; Inner Life
Everyone tells us about the outer life. The media, television, radio, newspapers, magazines, even bloggers. The government and its retinue of propagandists are forever telling us how much better the outer life is since they got the power and how much worse it’s going to get once the other guy gets the power.
They tell us, repeatedly, about the developments in science, how people are dying in their hundreds of thousands in the worlds’ current blackspots, what they’re doing about waste disposal and how they’re preserving at least some green areas for us to walk in.
The job of an artist is to report on the inner life and it is the inner life that enables us to distinguish ourselves from aduki beans. Sorry if you’re an aduki bean. I needed a metaphor.
When we ignore the nourishment of our inner life, of our imagination, we become capable of extreme cruelty. We tend towards destructiveness.
I try to explain to my member of parliament that although I appreciate his budgets are tight for all the necessities of the outer life, he cannot afford to completely ignore the needs of the inner life.