Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken."  (Sonnet 116)

The aesthetic is an individual rather than a societal concern.

May be they want to talk about it but they know there's nothing you can do to help

For a fraction of a second he was a yellow blossom of flame in the stream of light, and then he was one with it. All that remained of what he'd been was a wisp of steam coiling above the torrent of fire.

Written By Neal Stephenson

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