I feel that most people who have lived on this Earth think that art imitates life, that life is primary and art is secondary. I feel that there is a fraction of us of believe that life is a mistake that only art can correct. I am part of the latter fraction.
However, this isn't a set belief. What is most glorious to me is when one witnesses one of those rare moments when something in life is so beautiful (not necessarily happy, though), so poignant, that for that moment, one truly cannot believe this is life, one believes that one is in a novel, or a film, or a painting, that they really aren't a person at all but a character in a piece of a