Although we belong to a species which spends an alarming amount of its
time blowing things up, every now and then we are moved to add gargoyles or
garlands, stars or wreaths, to our buildings for no practical reason
whatsoever. In the finest of these flourishes, we can read signs of goodness
in a material register, a form of frozen benevolence. We see in them
evidence of those sides of human nature which enable us to thrive rather
than simply survive. These elegant touches remind us that we are not
exclusively pragmatic or sensible: we are also creatures who, with no
possibility of profit or power, occasionally carve friars out of stone and
mould angels onto walls.
Alain de BottonThe
Architecture of Happiness
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