Not to toot my own horn, but this week I posted what I think is a particularly good quote at The Hebdomadal Chesterton. It is vintage Chesterton: witty, windy, and wise. His point, once you get to it, is that constantly absorbing mass entertainment suffocates the imagination, and that it is much more stimulating to be actively creative and make one’s own entertainment. One who did this would enlarge himself:
His interests might be more local, but they would be more lively; his experience of men more personal but more mixed; his likes and dislikes more capricious but not quite so easily satisfied.
Now, I am as likely as anyone — and perhaps more likely than most — to listen to music rather than make it, to watch a film rather than stage a play, and to read a book rather than write one. But I agree with Chesterton all the same. Some people know that for the past few months I have been on paternity leave, and during my “spare time” (which does not really exist) I have been working on a creative project. It has been very challenging, and is not turning out very well at all, but I have enjoyed myself very much. There is something stimulating about sitting down with a blank sheet of paper and having the freedom to make whatever one wants. The feeling is like that of looking at a deep blue sky. Chesterton is right.