|Andrei:||Can I exit from this dialog? Little here is poetic . . .|
|Elijah:||Why can't science can't be poetic?|
|Ellesha:||It is if you look deeply . . .|
|Philyra:||I suppose you would say war is poetic. But that doesn't mean it should exist.|
|Ellesha:||Well, everything is poetric in some way or another.|
|Philyra:||You really don't have a moral spine, do you?|
|Ellesha:||Don't you see? What is music without dissonance? What is light without darkness?
All your smug moral certitudes have their counter-weights, which also have validity in some time & place.