Never give it up. Follow your dream in to the depths of madness. And if you succeed, get right on the trail of the next dream. I find myself quoting Franz Kafka quite often but once again, he sums it up so nicely.
Yes, fiction matters. This life we are living is nothing but a story. The world is made up of nothing but stories. Story is who we are, what we are. Stories are how we learn. We can't speak to each other without telling each other stories. How can something that imbued in the very fabric of our lives not matter? We need fiction because it is the only true way to see ourselves. The best way to figure us out.
This is an interesting question but I think it comes down to the fact that the two overlap. At the least. Beauty is good. Beauty is a virtue. Therefore, things that are ethically good, morally right tend to be pleasing to the eye. Of course there are exceptions to every rule but even in the exceptions I think you will find Beauty lingering around the threshold of Goodness.
I posted this in the comments section but I thought it wound up being so long that I should post it here where it's easier to find.
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Geneva Lorraine Fiore
There really was nothing in the list of professions that fit me. I am indefinable. That makes me sad sometimes, but not for myself. First and foremost, I am a writer. I suppose everything else is defined by that. I am a student now and forever. That is, if I can find a way to stay. Scratch that, even if I have to leave school at some point, I will still be a student forever. As far as actually making a living? Well, I don't make much of one. Maybe one day I'll have a book on the best sellers list and be doing fine but in the meantime I work random and tedious jobs. I'm trying to start a little business of my own working hoodoo for people and I'm quite good. Trained in New Orleans. But any new business is slow going. I also volunteer at a wildlife rehabilitation hospital. I'm very moody and I love to argue. Sometimes it's hard to tell if I really believe something or if I'm just playing Devil's Advocate. Sometimes I, myself, can't tell. I am a woman of extremes. Sometimes two opposite extremes at once. I would (and often do) call myself a cynical, alcoholic, chain-smoking, bipolar writer. But then again, I would also call myself a devotional, fun-loving, eccentric romantic. Go figure.