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[–] Ulluses 1 point 1 point (+2|-1) ago 

Open up your chest cavity and tell me that anything you were born with hanging in the bloody husk, undulating and sticky with spastic movements, retains that beauty that you would claim as pure and natural. Nothing that has complexity in reality can be entirely beautiful and hope to survive the rigors of existence.

I'd call that spreading web of lights a testament of progress hanging in the dark of the world that would be glad to wash us away were we weak. It casts light out into the space we move through as a promise that at least another night we will still exist in safety even during the hours that we have been made to be diminished in. For many million years we grabbed whatever scant sleep we could in the cracks of the earth in the knowledge we might not ever wake again, now we shine lights around us for hundreds of miles in every direction even while we rest.