That is what matters, baby.

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I came across this quote this summer, maybe on facebook?
It stopped me. With its eloquence. With its truth.
​I typed it up and it's been sitting on my trunk/coffee table all summer. It's still there. 

"Oh, Jesus, I have to stop you right now. I love you dearly: You're a smart and sweet man, but you are so wrong about what matters and where the eyes should visit. The things you find so important - the attention, the prizes, the approval - yes, they matter, and never so much than when they disappear. But I'm old now, and I've walked a long and rocky road, and what really mattered, what should matter most to you, is the rare and gorgeous experience of reaching out through your work and your actions and connecting to others. A message in a bottle thrown toward another frightened, loveless queer; a confused mother; a recently dejected man who can't see his way home. We get people home; we let them know that we're here for them. This is what art can do. Art should be the arm and the shoulder and the kind eyes - all of which let others know you deserve to live and to be loved. That is what matters, baby. Bringing people home."      Tennessee Williams