July 7 around 6pm Ken Baumann announced on twitter that he was going to go on a rant about "survival, culture, and greatness." I stayed for the whole thing, refreshed over a dozen times, often prematurely. Its only a few lines. I included a small excerpt below. Go read it for yourself on his tumblr. He should rant more.
Let’s assume that culture won’t prevent our species from killing itself.
This removes from culture the moral imperative to create a utopia.
Once this imperative is gone, what does culture busy itself with?
I sometimes think of great novels as impossibly accurate spiritual diagnoses.
Great novels grant you meaning, order, confusion, and a hollow feeling. All at once.