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The prophets taught in parables. Antoine Rocantin in ” Nausea” Sartre Refuses to commit suicide while listening to ” Some of These Days” Sophie Tucker. In One Thousand and One Nights, Shahriyar goes from being a paranoid maniac to a loving father of a family just because his wife has been telling him stories for three years. Finally, Alonso Quijano, better known as Don Quixote, became a legend thanks to the distorted narrative of chivalrous novels, and found peace thanks to the conventional narrative of the death of a Christian saint.
Outside of the limited amount of research on the benefits of art for human empathy, affluence, and life expectancy, it is quite difficult to make any factual judgments about the impact of art on an individual – besides, affluence and life expectancy in relation to art are rather boring things (giving up sweets has the same effect, if not better). But in any case, what art says about itself is quite unambiguous: it allows for a limited impact on society, but absolute on the individual. It claims that it can create a person, it can save a person, and it can kill a person-depending on how the person approaches this art.
This position is not unfounded. The “Sufferings of young Werther” led to a wave of copycat suicides in Germany in the 1770s. Einstein said that Dostoevsky gave him more in life than Gauss. Lincoln's apocryphal statement that the American Civil War was started by “Uncle Tom's Cabin” would not have become famous if it did not look convincing enough. Finally, from a completely anecdotal point, D. Hall mentioned in one of his lectures that he knew at least one person who, in his own words, believed in God thanks to Bach's spiritual cantatas.
Interestingly, the inability to adequately organize your life often results in exotic ways of interacting, again, with art. Among the numerous examples of senseless damage to museum exhibits, particularly prominent are the apartment thief A. Shannon, who punched through Claude Monet's landscape “to get back at the state”, and the unemployed shoemaker who attacked Rembrandt's “Night Watch” with a leather awl, but, ironically, failed to pierce the canvas.
All of this, to be honest, is quite beautiful. This shows, on the one hand, the great range of human capabilities as a person, and on the other-the availability and absolute availability of tools for realizing this potential. As well as a certain convention of all these choices, as if hinting that between you are smart and you are an idiot, there are only a few texts or paintings that have successfully got in the way, and thus you are not completely responsible for your own success, and not completely guilty of the shit you are doing.
The prophets, by the way, also knew about this. Both Rocantin and Scheherazade. And now you.