But what happens when we hit sensory overload, how do we excrete the man
ever since man rummage caves he has excreted painted as a form of mind excreta then he had no phone but today we are barrage the mind with constant informations no chance for releases
We are concerned with the collection of men's mental plumbs, Painting, Drawings, music
(for those who can write music). Collect all and review.
Then life poses a challenge, one has something to live for, a healthy competition between minds knowing they have a government concerned with the products of their minds. Our forefathers were cave painters, there's an artist in everyone.
Department of extrications, carries a mini van requesting Art works from people in the towns and villages.
Supplying them with easel, albeit with poster colors and cardboard for sustainability, asking to paint whatever's, carve whatever, sculpt whatever, write whatever We would collect and take photos of them.
Store them in ab online museum where they could be replicated in oil painting if they are good.
Writers could submit their works for review and yearly publication in a journal
The second part is to pay people to read, Read a novel and get a thousand naira as an incentive the goal is to keep that mind engaged
A mind is such a terrible thing to waste, we need to be concerned with channelling people energy in the right direction
Determining what they could with the lull and how valuable their minds are
True human capital development, there is no clearness for man without some form of extrication, art provides the right medium, left alone, his indolence askew into pomposity and wickedness
His energy is best engaged in art, indeed he needs it as a release, to get clear, for as the alimentary canal plumbs the nerval canal must do quite the same.
And we institutionalized it, aware of it's importance
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