With each squat grunt from the pen we humans gain wisdom of stupidity. How stupid we are - how wise to know how stupid - how beautiful it is that we can spit on a flower as easy as we could write a pitiful poem about that flower - How beautiful it is that we can burn bodies in an oven, stab lungs till they gurgle, blood filled - How beautiful the dirt is, that dirt can cry and laugh and hate - that too is like a pitiful poem.

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