Beauty is my dream. It’s a hazy dream, and I try to get at what it is. Why if one painter paints a beautiful picture, and another painter copies it exactly, does it not feel the same? It does not feel the same level of beautiful-ness. This can be transcribed to cheer formations, candy, and displays. The best candy, Skittles and Nerd Ropes, cannot be duplicated. Not really. This is beauty. In Durango on our sucamp trip last summer, our waitress made beautiful displays. I think I am here for this. To display. I am not sure of the bouquet. It may be cheer or speaking the Chinese language. I’m learning this and I’m good at it. Later I will put on black eyeliner and meet my friend Teague V. This is not a display but just friendship. But he gets me.