In a thousand years
will the Mona Lisa still smile
or Venus de Milo bend perfectly?

Will the temples of Ankor Wat still rest in splendor
or Bodhisattwas in Lhasa contemplate silently?

In a hundred years
will people still listen to sonatas by Schubert
or take the time to read Shakespearian plays?

Will art still become irrelevant
as more people become
obsessed with money making
planet raping
technology creating
speed accelerating?

To survive this moment
we must learn to think slow:

Why are we racing?
Where do we really want to go?

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Jack: I thought art was already dead.
Ella: Don't speak such nonsense –
to live without art is to exist without soul.