Even to this day, thousands of years after the first literary pieces were written, we are not yet sure what the purpose of literature, and of art in general, is. People cannot agree what it is that makes poets write and they will never do. They sometimes gather around an idea and all their works concentrate on the vision of literature that they share and this gives birth to a literary movement. But there is no definite answer, and I doubt there will ever be one, to the question: Why does literature exist at all?

My personal opinion is that literature is an expression of the human quest for perfection. Our entire lives concentrate upon a longing towards something better than our present state. I do not think literature is supposed to teach a lesson at all. To me, its purpose is to elevate our spirit, to make us find a purpose in our existence, to give a meaning to our lives. Literature, just as art or science, is an attempt to understand the universe we live in. Without them, human existence would be shapeless, tasteless, dull. Life - not worth living.