It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
George SantayanaRead
Music is essentially useless, as is life.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that both music and life may seem to lack inherent utility or purpose.
George Santayana's quote reflects a philosophical perspective on the subjective nature of utility and meaning in life. By stating that music is essentially useless, he prompts us to consider the idea that life's value is not solely defined by practical utility but also by the beauty and experiences it offers, even if they appear pointless. This challenges the notion that everything must serve a practical purpose and encourages a deeper appreciation for art and existence.
In practice
In a discussion about the value of art in society.
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