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When we know that it’s a planet just like this one, only with a better climate and worse people–when we know they’re all propertarians, and fight wars, and make laws, and eat while other starve, and anyhow are all getting older and having bad luck and getting rheumatic knees and corns on their toes just like people there…when we know all that, why does it still look so happy–as if life there must be happy?…”… “If you can see the whole thing,” he said, “it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives….But close up, a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to see how beautiful the art is, is to see it as the moon. They way to see how beautiful life is, is from the vantage point of death.
