“There is nothing so deplorable as never having a focus, never having a certainty, and never having an identity. It results in confusion, and soon, a desire to be anything, change truth around so you can be that anything, and soon, never be aware that you may have become a monster. Do monsters possess humanity? Sure. How else would they scream to let us know they are in pain? How else would they bleed so we know they can die, so they can be slain? The artist without the brush, is alike to the human without fingers. Without the ability to grasp that which will become us, makes us lifeless and without purpose. However, there should be that focus, that way to distinguish ourselves, as the one person from the next one person. For we can distinguish Van Gogh from Da Vinci, through a mere glance at either artist’s work; though, are we somehow, in a world of ‘anything goes’, able to be both ourselves, and someone else? Would Van Gogh, were he to live in the time of the Renaissance, want to be like Da Vinci, or would his identity in knowing who he is, as Van Gogh, be enough? How does a world function in ‘wanting all’? It must function in terms of envy upon lust, and then, lust upon greed, and then, greed upon pride.
Every deteriorating society always ends with the sin of ‘sloth’, soon as either a man or a woman comprehend that their immediate and focused purpose is lost, has been stolen, or never was.”