Whither?

For beauty, for significance, it's space
We need; and since we have no space today
In which to frame the act, the word, the face
Of beauty, it's no longer beautiful.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh

There comes a time of diminishing returns, when one puts forth daily, beauty, only to gather in return, no space. In the effort to connect, to inspire, to converse, their is empty.
Pink Floyd says for me, "Is there anybody out there?"
Whither do we go? Whither do we do this?
For the diminishing. For the few. And whither this diminishing?
Reds turn to jade and people become a shade of jaded.
What we once called beautiful, is no longer beautiful.