Sitting near Galata tower in Istanbul and scribbling some thoughts about diversity and art:
In its truest essence, diversity sings of unity, of wholeness, of divine likeness. We are one, not in spite of our differences, but because of them. They are the embodied, living proof of our common humanity, a world united by its need for meaning, community, love. Art, which is the breath of all culture, awakens this collective body. It wipes the sweat from our brow, soothes the blisters on our tired hands, comforts our worried minds. It speaks of things unseen but felt, of beauty, of mystery. I like to think that, in this broad definition, art gives us hope.