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Could Beauty still exist when there’s no eye left to behold it?
Some things we reckoned beautiful will surely carry through…
perhaps no longer new…they don’t need me or you.
Will Truth still stand when humankind withdraws our opposition?
Its blade of pure obsidian must cleave the world in two:
this false, that true, and--in between--so few.
But Love will surely vanish without someone dear to hold it,
our own no more eternal than the mortal human heart.
What joy the faith of those whose Lord embodies love forever!
My own, I fear, can only last until, in death, we part.
What is it to be human? Only love…and, maybe, art.
"A Human Thing (lyrics)" by Mr_Yesterday
Could Beauty still exist when there’s no eye left to behold it?
Some things we reckoned beautiful will surely carry through…
perhaps no longer new…they don’t need me or you.
Will Truth still stand when humankind withdraws our opposition?
Its blade of pure obsidian must cleave the world in two:
this false, that true, and--in between--so few.
But Love will surely vanish without someone dear to hold it,
our own no more eternal than the mortal human heart.
What joy the faith of those whose Lord embodies love forever!
My own, I fear, can only last until, in death, we part.
What is it to be human? Only love…and, maybe, art.