>>24451794 (OP)I will respond in connection with the image.
Because arts are not beautiful anymore.
Literature, music, and arts where beautiful in ancient and medieval India. Art could produce different moods (bhava) but still beauty was a prerequisite. The best mood, according to Abhinavagupta, at least, was that of peace and tranquility that could bring a spectator/listener to recognize one's true essence.
If you check Western arts and literature, aesthetical enjoyment was important until about the middle of the 20th century. Joyce was a realist, but he wrote with impeccable style. Lovecraft was a purveyor of horror, but he wrote with great aesthetics that helped him to stay relevant in the long run. If eh wrote about Cthulhy in Onyx Storm's pedestrian style, he would've been utterly forgotten by the time 60s rolled about. The farther back in time you go, the more the aesthetic element, that of beauty, dominates. You could write about anything, and it would be appreciated as long as it was beautiful.
Nowadays art - literature, music, art - is most of the time ugly. And the ugliness is excused on the ground that "everything is relative." I don't think that's true. Most people, even the ones not trained in academia, still appeciate skill and beauty on a gut level. Many may not know the full intricacies of Shakespeare, but still appreciated the language. The same with Dante. Isn't Finnegans Wake as manifesto of this sentiment? That even somewhat incomprehensible things may still be skillful and beautiful to the ear?
The problem is a a lack of aesthetic beauty, which boils down to lack of sensitive perception and skill. Lack of IQ, if you want. Anyone can tape a banana to a wall. Not anyone can write a line close to something from Shakespeare's Tempest, from Dante's Comedia, from Milton's Paradise Lost, even from Joyce's Ulysses or Nabokov's Lolita or Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow.
>>24451839>What good does it do to reach unmatched heights in religion and literature when you live in squalor?India wasn't always a shithole.
The writers were highly educated, highly privileged brahmins who lived in the king's court.
India didn't have historically a preoccupation with authorhood, which makes dating works and discerning what one author wrote and what was added by others difficult. Although the added material isn't that much worse.
The subaltern culture was still better, richer, more aesthetic than contemporary postmodernist blue dyke crap. Almost everyone knows what tantra is, which originally was an Indian equivalent of voodoo. No one gives a fuck about the menstrual writing number 27860 of some self obsessed obese spic woman who can talk about nothing except feminist buzzwords.