We're forever the prisoners of aesthetics, doomed to seek beauty and avoid ugly as long as we're alive and we can't do anything about it because this aesthetic is what created us in the first, beautiful builds life and ugly destroys it, aesthetics is identical to pain and pleasure, no living being prefers pain and we are no different, we can do what we will but we can't will what we will, not as long as we're not immortal, but mortality is what created our character and body and we also don't want to lose that, it's an inescapable prison, even people who rope do it because they find death more aesthetically pleasing than their life, but what created that aesthetic in the first place? life, ironically only people who love life rope because they have a strong sense of aesthetic and couldn't accept it not being the right way, Existence is aesthetic and bound to contain brutal unimaginable pain
