To destroy is to understand beauty.

To live freely is to die knowing.

You fight for truth yet do not understand it.

Like the cyclical nature of the current.

You simply move without caution.

This simple fundamental truth you seek is not in man, but in self.

You skin boot.

Couldn't you see?

Couldn't you all see?

To see blood spilt on the pristine diapered cloth you wear along your tassets.

That is art.

That is beauty.

Yet you do not understand.