How many pulses until we die

How many pulses do we have until we die? This question has haunted people since people were first invented. Everyone wonders but no one really knows. This question is really what all religion is based off. People don't want to accept their own mortality, and this is the fundamental problem in human beings. Our days can be filled to the brink, and yet some how, its not enough. There needs to be something more, something where when our pulse is gone we will still be remembered, this phenomena is art has put by Dr. Sexson. So if this is art, then is art natural, or just another part of the human experience? This question can only really be answered by looking at different forms of art but since this is a literature class I will explore this question through the different text.

It really seems that everything that we have read has had to do with either sex or violence. The brothers Karamazov is a story that is entirely driven by this. The story of the brothers Karamazov to where i have read seems to be entirely driven by sex. Fydor really starts the story out by having and then dumping the boys so he can chase other women but then it just continues through the entire rest of the story. This in part shows that art is not necessarily a human thing. All animal are alive to reproduce and it seems that this is one of the primary topics that literature explores. We can even look at a story that has nothing to do with sex and the sexual undertones are still hidden in its words. In the cathedral which seems as though it has nothing to do with sex there is a reason that the ignorant man allows the blind man into his house. It boils down to he wanted to reproduce, and there would be a high chance of upsetting his sexual partner if he wouldn't put up with her friend. It seems that the conflict in most stories is based around this theme some how. In saying this is seems to me that art is more of a natural thing that can be manipulated.

Through this manipulation we can be remembered forever. Not because we invented something new but rather took something that is ancient and recreated it into a modern form. Some of these artist will be remembered, there pulses will continue for years to come. While others who could never really make a name for them selves will just die out. What is really interesting to think about is whether the successful artist ideas are just borrowed from a greater universal pulse. Its weird to think of literature as being one collective work that is borrowed and transformed from one author to another. This is why there are archetypes. This is why Demitri is just another form of Don Quoti and yet none of these authors have never met one another. An interesting question to ponder is if there is a greater force, something that can't be explained, a phenomenon that defines the human experience, yet is not human at all.