We have guns and warfare in this world, for God’s sake. We celebrate when we are victorious in war, but we diminish the artist.
Where did I get this ludicrous idea that material comforts are a final destination?
For a long time, Tagore wasn’t allowed to leave the premises of his house. But he wanted to see the outside world. When someone visited their house, young Tagore asked them to narrate stories of the world outside. The more he heard, the more his desire rose. Yet, there was no escape.