<p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(79, 82, 84)">(after Leonardo da Vinci &amp; Kazimir Malevich).</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(79, 82, 84)">☠️🤔🤫🤯😵‍💫🥴🥺🤗😘🥰</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(79, 82, 84)">There is only meaning.</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(79, 82, 84)">When you have grown old, and your autumn sun hangs low and cool, there upon your face, the warm and graceful hand of meaning sees out the angel.</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(79, 82, 84)">In this fleeting molten light, it will not be the material—the aesthetic—singing your final chorus; stripped naked and final, all that will remain will be the love you shared in life.</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(79, 82, 84)">And its last tear will fall up to the clouds with the feathered thunder of contentment.</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(79, 82, 84)">It is only meaning who shall take you by the hand and guide you through the darkest night; lest ye collapse upon the stage, your only companions a closing aperture of hollow ghosts, dancing upon the salted coals of your terminal breath.</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(79, 82, 84)">Should you abandon your story—and abandon love— middle grey—the aching wail of false silence, an echo and mirage—is all that you will have ever known.</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(79, 82, 84)">Should you give up on everything, you will cease to have been anything. There is nothing but meaning, hammering lightning upon the anvil of your heart. Forget this at thy peril.</span></p>