As an artist, I took this title to mean something else entirely, as a human being, I feel energy and intent, projections of narcissists, for example, and I know they can mangle and destroy a heart, because love is something beautiful and hate is something that destroys. Some people have been so hurt that they wish or can never see hope, but favor toil. As I held my mother’s hand as she died, I knew after three weeks of not eating, that she was going to die. No process of revitalization could resurrect what she saw of life’s irrelevance to her. I share her perspective, where I must adhere to my creative voice. Can you save me with your science, for I am mindful of beauty only?