I see you ugly.

If only delicate things are beautiful why do we worship the living more than the dead.
Are we not more beautiful when we are at our least visible.
When there is only one piece of you left in this world, eventually it will vanish with the dusts of time, only to become a memory.
While you were alive, sometimes you are a beautiful body, you have scars, you have dissymmetry, you were unpleasant and repulsive, abusive, reckless, you are all ugly words, you have abundance of such freedom. You are beautiful to watch. You are transforming into the invisible.
The power that creates all of this equality through invisibility is easy to love.
Even those left behind a veil to the visible world are spectacular because they have been witness to the invisible and will remember us ugly so that they can forget us.