Andrei: Csn 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 could say war is poetic, too. But that doesn't mean it should exist.
Ellesha: Well, hatred and insanity have their own poetry. It's not the poetry I favor, but it has a distinctive flavor.
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.
Watercress - an art work and poem by T Newfields
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