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Of course, no matter how keenly, how admirably, a story, a piece of music, a picture is discussed and analyzed, there will be minds that remain blank and spines that remain unkindled. "To take upon us the mystery of things" — what King Lear so wistfully says for himself and for Cordelia — this is also my suggestion for everyone who takes art seriously. A poor man is robbed of his overcoat (Gogol's "The Greatcoat," or more correctly "The Carrick"); another poor fellow is turned into a beetle (Kafka's "The Metamorphosis) — so what? There is no rational answer to "so what." We can take the story apart, we can find out how the bits fit, how one part of the pattern responds to the other; but you have to have in you some cell, some gene, some germ that will vibrate in answer to sensations that you can neither define, nor dismiss. Beauty plus pity — that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. Where there is beauty there is pity for the simple reason that beauty must die: beauty always dies, the manner dies with the matter, the world dies with the individual.(Vladimir Nabokov)
According to a study (Happy Planet Index), Vanuatu, a tiny South Pacific Ocean archipelago with a population of around 200,000, is the happiest country on Earth.(Source)
Among the Asian nations Vietnam came highest at number 12 and Singapore was ranked the lowest at 131, said the 178-country Happy Planet Index, complied by the British think-tank New Economics Foundation.
Indonesia was ranked 23, Thailand 32 and Malaysia 44