PURITY FEEDS ON ITSELF. IT DOES NOT SEEK TO PLEASE, AND SO IT WALKS ALONE. IT APPEARS AS BEAUTY OR UGLINESS, JOY OR SORROW, ARRIVING WITHOUT PERMISSION. IT SIMPLY EXISTS, HOLDING TOGETHER WHAT WOULD OTHERWISE COLLAPSE, FOR IT IS PURITY THAT RESIDES AT THE CORE OF ALL THINGS. ITS EXPRESSIONS, SO OFTEN DISTORTED IN A WORLD THAT HAS FORGOTTEN THEM, BECOME ALL THE MORE NECESSARY. THEY REJECT EMBELLISHMENT, THEY PROVOKE THE SENSES AND AVOID NARRATION, NOT OUT OF ABSENCE, BUT TO REMAIN UNIVERSAL. THEY ARE NOT INCOMPLETE. THEY OFFER THEMSELVES TO BE FILLED, UNTIL THEY GROW BEYOND THEIR OWN FORM. AND PARADOXICALLY, BY REFUSING TO SAY EVERYTHING, THEY SAY WHAT MATTERS BEST. THEY STRIP AWAY THE USELESS AND MOVE CLOSER TO TRUTH. IN THE END, PURITY IS THE MELODY OF THE STARS.