To divorce an object of its meaning does not divorce it of it's purpose.
The purpose of an object is its only true meaning.
The purpose of my Swiss army knife is to be useful. It looks the way it should. It has a beauty to it, I suppose. But only really to me, because I find its beauty in it's function.
I find its meaning in its purpose.
To build a bomb of beautiful elegant shape, that is a very evil act.
The evil of the act is inherent. If there was true justice, then the meaning of all things would reflect their purpose.
Perhaps they do. Perhaps we are all to blind to see it.
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