The judgment of death lowered upon all at the beginning of Genesis contains essentially everything that can be said about power. 
—Elias Canetti

What is beautiful for Nature herself is the all-encompassing necessity of now. Life. Spring. Leaves. Move. Without the wind. Milkweed on ICE. The cream of the crop. Curdled.

Art walks a tightrope between nature and eternity. The point is not to make it from one side to the other, but to perform in the middle. The circus fails without a certain smell. Fear flourishes uncertainty. The trapeze swinging overhead. Sandbags on the gallows. Judges with flowing beards. Juries drunk on power.

The conundrum of hatred in a world of need. Adam and Eve. Flesh. Desire. The need for desire. Eden was beautiful. Eden was small. No room for others without need. Without desire. Only a serpent who wanted to help. Nature’s hamartia. The fall of human kind ness. A jolly good mess. I. Ah!