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Introduction Oh the treacherous minefield of human experience, I want out! Although the end of heartbeat is the only foolproof way of evading reality, you a young beautiful being, full of talent you needn't die yet, search with the deligence of the obsessive for the life drained of the necessary discomforts of actual living, "Shadows & Dust!", the obvious answer. Then your time will be as a pure distillate of inactivity, locked in the stasis induced by Beauty, beauty being "Shadows & Dust" As the brain of man is the speck of dust in the universe that thinks, so is the shadows, the clouds, the heavens. But the shadows see the light, as my eyes never do, they take it as it forever spills away radiant into space in a golden waste, to a primal purpose. They impound its stellar energy, and with that force they make life out of the elements. They breath upon the dust, and it is a rose, they dance upon the rose, it becomes a shadow. This is done with neither thought nor passion, and by something other than will. True a rose may not think, neither will the profoundest man ever put forth a rose. Of the use and beauty of the rose, there is no shade of doubt, only Shadows & Dust.