In the House of Humanity Catastrophe and Ecstasy Hold Hands

In the House of Humanity Catastrophe and Ecstasy Hold Hands

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Humanity may be thought of as a vernacular house of handmade rooms, some shackled, some finely crafted, some patched and repurposed and some clean and empty, waiting.Some spaces have gauze fabric by the bolt high ceilings filled with music that echoes off stone walls or wooden planks; some are warm with familiar smells of bread baking, while others are underground, cold or hot and dirty.How can I feel love inside myself with all the chaos swirling around outside the body? Can I feel what I give and keep giving without measure? If catastrophe is everywhere, in all time sonics empire what can art do to bring communities together?.