Is
life astronomically rare, and should we therefore, as a matter of the
principal of rarity in occurence, care more for it? We can decide for
ourselves, but in my heart, life by default seems overrated. Well,
the proposed sacrality of it seems atleast, and I this proposed
sacrality makes me want to belch: as a measure of bitterly assured
hostility, I rip the virginal cloth from its face, the cloth which
veils it with the shroud of embroided and beautified dread... and
beneath it reveals to me a dead body, for life if a corpse dolled-up
for funeral... beautify that ugliness and see how long the surface
holds before it will crack like the tendons of an old ballerina!
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