Moral structures and the general will keep modern society upright. Each human is an impressionist painting, with every day adding a new dot to the vast array of colors. Some lay forever unfinished, while some become adorned as framed memories of an era. But, without the stud in the plaster wall behind it, the piece cannot be hung, it’s colors and emotion cannot be brilliantly displayed. The stud, the moral structure, the gist of proper existence, whatever you plead to call it, it must be structurally sound. Unfortunately, in our little hypothetical art museum, there seems to be an infestation of termites.
These termites, gnawing little bastards, only want to destroy the studs, the wood frames and the walls holding up the museum which took oh so long to build up. They care not about the paintings, the humans!
Director Ethos 