If the question be art, beauty is necessity staring down dread.
If the answer be art, let it be bind our wounds.
If you make art, be recklessly un-ensconced.
If you mock art, you will return to weep.
If you fall into art, there will be no hand holds.
If you are death, be filigreed and frowned.
If death silences, chimeric words will crackle from the page.
If death is unpublished, bastards will have their wicked posthumous way.
If death whispers, it is to command life.
Any death but death from truth.
“We have art so as not to die of the truth.” -Nietzsche was originally published in ILLUMINATION on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.
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