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 . . .
Watercress - an art work and poem by T Newfields
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.