Love will ever conquer. In loving, one must give. In giving, thus, is moved along that stuff which makes one live. And, there, in Love's humility, the greatest, they shall stand, who, through the ages, fighting hate, Love's battlements they manned. in Love will win and we will learn to touch a sort of light. This will win out in the end. Original by me, Paul, playing a 12-string Tacamine that was given to me on the streets of San Francisco. The visual is a mouse painting; done with a mouse 'cause I wasn't set up to paint, but I still did the artwork anyway. It's like that's it. Love wins. No contest. The unretractable destiny of love. The morality of emotion. The "the" of the the. The essence of the Universe. The essence of all the other existences as well. Anyway, have a look at the art. I've got some nice stuff here for you. Alright, the song is a little schmaltzy, but that's because you can't do the subject justice. Not even in Latin, and certainly not in English.
So it's not in the success of the endeavor but rather in the reality that at least it was attempted. So that, if nothing else, we've got some kind of result, here.
The artwork. Done with the mouse. I had paint brushes, I had oil paint, terp, canvass... what was the problem. No problem. It's "avant-garde". People wanted another Wyeth, but they didn't get it. So enjoy the clip. I say it's valid.
The name: Carrzrritaddrha (Kahh-zrrri-tadde'-dudhra). It's unique. I had to call it something so I came up with this.
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