Chinese and Russian arts are so raw and alive. They unashamedly display the truth and embrace humanity in its entirety - the ugly, the beauty, the in-between, and the nobodies. That's humanity and it's so beautiful. Korean literature is like a shy, timid coward compared to those unafraid giants. That doesn't mean it's inferior in any way; never underestimate the potential of the fearful. Yet, imagine being trapped in a room versus living in a wide plain. Who would be more audacious, more endless? We easily locate the answer in works of art, because art is creation of people and people are creations of environment.