What is the point of a beautiful sunset, a bird in flight against a rich blue sky? What is the point of the near boundless gap of the grand canyon, the dizzying height of Victoria falls, the grand majesty we call Yosemite? Are they there just to give man a point to believe in himself, to give him purpose? If so it sounds like a lot of work from God, Mother Nature, the Flying Spaghetti Monster or what ever entity you believe created them just to provide man with some point of being. All of them and thousands and thousands upon thousands of other such things in this world have been reproduced by man and called ART. Is man so frail, so weak, so pitiful that all of this had to be created to sooth his tenuous psyche?
And what of that purpose, is it to start wars, exterminate races of people, to bar them from traveling this world freely as they choose. Perhaps that purpose is to cheat them in business, rob them or their place where the call home of their possessions. Maybe it is to build bigger, better stronger weapons of destruction so one group of men may dominate over another. Or perhaps it is simply to believe so fervently in some deity that those that believe in such a deity will throw words of distaste, of hatred, and even commit acts of violence and murder upon others for failing to have the same belief. Is the Mercy, the Justice, the Duty of which you speak. Is it mans purpose to foul the waters, stench up the atmosphere, cut down the trees, clear the land, level the hills and mountains and devoid the earth of other species of living things? Is that the purpose of this most noble creature we call Man?
Perhaps it is mans purpose, his being, to plagiarize that which he sees and calls beautiful by copying it in some form or another. For surely the painting of a sunset must be more beautiful that the sunset observed since it by the hand of man. Only the brush of man made the subject we call Mona Lisa beautiful, the chisel that gave dignity to "David" chipped from all that stone. With out the hand of man was not the subject we call Mona Lisa still beautiful, did David not have dignity, did the vibrant hues of a glorious sunset not exist, or the great mountains have majesty?
So tell me, which is more beautiful, which is the true "Art", the thing that is or the plagiarism of man when he copies those things for his own enjoyment by what ever means he has at hand at the time. If there is such a thing as "Art" then for me it is in the flight of the bird, the majesty of the great mountains, the beauty of a sunrise or sunset, the rainbow. That and all of nature that surround it, holds it in it's bosom and nurtures is Art. Man is the plagiarizer, the defiler, for man has in his quest for "purpose" for "meaning" to his own existence has done his best to destroy these other thing.
So stand proud upon the mountain man and proclaim your superiority to all that there is. Be proud of this great thing that you have called Art that only the superior man could produce. Be proud of your history of hate, destruction, violence, intolerance, and lack of caring for all but yourself for you have proven the point of your existence.