Perhaps. Or, perhaps, Mr. Hsieh said, with a wisp of a — sad? — smile: “I am not so creative. I don’t have many good ideas.”
Everything is dangerous, and in one minute our lives could be transformed immeasurably regardless of our economic or educational status, ethnicity or gender. Disasters define our humanity; as French author Marcel Proust wrote: “Disaster puts one in touch with oneself: suffering fuels creativity.” However, in a morbid way, disasters do unify us as a people, and unfortunately, tend to be more unifying than art.
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