While sitting on the train in the evening, I noticed wrinkles on the backside of the knee of the pants of a middle-aged man standing in front of me.
The stiff beige fabric bores prominent wrinkles in that particular spot.
Yet, amidst the creases, the geometric arrangement formed an intricate diamond pattern, quietly captivating in the fading evening light, rendering it exceptionally beautiful. 

If everyone in the world pursued art, it would be wonderful.
In doing so, opportunities to discover beauty everywhere would increase, leading to an increase in interesting experiences.
(I still recall with a smile a boy I went to high school with who wondered about the girl he liked, "Why doesn't everyone like her?" . The above is such an innocent thought.)
But of course, such a world is not going to come. 

I can only say although the assumption is that a world where everyone engages in art will never come, but at that time, there would be no wars.