Come now friend let us speak as people have not spoken in years, let us produce ideas and feelings which engender greatness not downfall, let us build and not dwell on the bitterness of the past. Let us live as those before us, for something greater than ourselves but which elevates us to the realm of the eternal. Let us know the realm of the good in the plane of the temporal.
Sanctify that which has degenerated and see the hidden glories of the age spring forth as light in a dark room, peace in a war torn land, joy in a family of doom. We are the arbiters of the end of the age of sin, and arbiters as we are, arbiters so shall we be even into death. Lift up thine eyes and see the glory of the coming of the Lord.
We shall be ourselves as he first knew us, spines of steel and judging angels.
Art has purpose, art IS purpose.