Ideas are indestructable, they're perfect in the eyes of the beholder, pure beauty. But ideas do not love, they do not care, because ideas do not exist. They're a state of mind that a person can only love. Have I fallen in love with something that doesnt exist? An ideal, an idea, a scenario, a memory..a memory that's no more. Nothing great exists anymore, we're all corrupted, by ourselves, by others, action an inaction.