When light bends it creates distortion, and I believe the same for truth and beauty. Truth stands intact independently of the minds perception of it. Having been unable to break the seed, some have turned to salting the top soil. Truth in of itself is no longer kept as beauty. Instead, the idea that two or more opposing ideas must be measured with equil weight and justification is pushed forward. This has punctured our culture in every way humanity used to be inspired. Art is seldom lauded for technique or skill, but for grotesque pungencey. Architecture has passed from marble and pilliar monuments of tribute to the ethics of manual labor, and has been replaced by stucco muted buldings resembling the wasps hive. They're no longer buldings that testify of forethought through the age, they are to remind us that we are drones. Beauty is under siege as what it means to be a father or a mother is washed out and undermined by the ludicrous notion that gender is a subjective construct. Being a man used to stand for something, and being a lady was a title of noble praise. The power of graces and honors would inspire us to greatness. These days we find no use for beautiful ways, people, things. We've forsaken their purpose. As we burn our empires down, with mouths full of ashes we roll in the blood of what we once were.
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