“If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily…If men wore scarlet trousers…they wouldn’t think so much of money: if they could dance and hop and skip, and sing and swagger and be handsome, they could do with very little cash. And amuse women themselves, and be amused by the women. They ought to learn to be naked and handsome, and to sing in a mass and dance the old group dances, and carve the stools they sit on, and embroider their own emblems. Then they wouldn’t need money. And that’s the only way to solve the industrial problem: train people to be able to live, and live in handsomeness, without needing to spend…The mass of people oughtn’t even to try and think, because they can’t! They should be alive and frisky, and acknowledge the great god Pan. He’s the only god for the masses, forever. The few can go in for higher cults if they like. But let the mass be forever pagan.
-D.H.Lawrence “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”
Here’s to the dance of love!!! The people into the game of “love” can have it! I’m here to dance!” -Bonnie Currie
“When you have lived your individual life in your own adventurous way and then look back upon its course, you will find that you have lived a model human life, after all.”
– Joseph Campbell, “Thou Art That
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread.
~ John Muir
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. ~Rabindranath Tagore
“I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated.”
— Vladimir Nabokov
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.