Everyone cried out, tears in eyes. Sometimes it wasn’t who, but the life of the person. Dripping down on the Sandy shores somewhere and yet nowhere. A blurry hazy of ocean waved back at them. He had loved that man. He really had no matter how hard it had been.
I can only hurt if I feel love and happiness. I can only cry if I have a stern face. I can only be awed if there is a normal. I can only laugh if not everything is funny.
Paintings can be beautiful. Paintings can be ugly. Paintings can be good. Paintings can be bad. Perception is a virtue of the soul. This brings up the real world. Not everything is perfect, but we learn.
For according to the trollish philosopher Plateau, "if you wants to understan' an enemy, you gotta walk a mile in his shoes. Den, if he's still your enemy, at least you're a mile away and he's got no shoes." — A Blink of the Screen by Terry Pratchett
