Among first songs I ever wrote, I recall this lyric

Among first songs I ever wrote, I recall this lyric which I relate now to Peirce's connection of ethics to beauty - that is to aesthetics - that is as what creates the basis for ethics - that is as what makes us free and life admirable.

Why do they take something beautiful
And crush it before you can see it
Why do they take something beautiful
And tear it apart just for being

That is the way of the world my friend
That is the way of the world
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He came down from the mountain top
And stretched out his hand in love
Why is it that some people can't stand
To be touched by a light from above

That is the way of the world my friend
That is the way of the world
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You know how to rationalize
Keep your thing going while a good woman dies

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