Dancing. Synchronized.

Beautiful.

And we love beautiful.

But the cosmos was not created with music, but with a big bang. You were not born into a concert hall but within blood and pain. You can find hatred in beautiful people as you can easily find kindness in ugly ones.

And yet we keep on seeking beauty.

Only because we deny the ugliness of our own nature. Look at your self. Incomplete. With rage and desires. Full of lust and weaknesses. Still seeking beauty. Why do we seek beauty? In this ugly world, full of change and death, with what are we synchronized? Who are we dancing with when we die and cry?

What makes us do down a path that we cannot see?

If not the ugly truth that we do not understand our own self being.

Seeking beauty.

In an ugly world. What could be uglier than that?

(What could be more beautiful than such a world?)