The Aesthete

The human body may be a marvel, yet the aesthete prefers his were marble or gold or some other precious metal with a life approaching to eternal! For flesh and blood fail miserably as a hope suitable for longevity, requiring daily sustenance for hopeful future permanence. Then, too. human flesh isn’t practical, it offers life that’s neither long nor natural; and who wants a life abbreviated when there’s much to be appreciated? While others rely on pharmaceuticals for medications made of mostly chemicals? None of which a body made of marble needs unless fools ignore a warning label! While others take up a livelihood that benefits others care for their good, bringing them a measure of fame and wealth yet cannot guarantee their own sound health. Accept therefore what aesthetes recommend accept life just as it has always been. For neither diligence nor luck nor miracle has yet forestalled the inevitable.