Bitterness is the engaged defense against beauty. It holds within itself the belief that beauty is inherenty corrupt, finding its refuge then in the primal, the dark, the destructive and base. Believing these few things, at least, to be straightforward enough to trust, reliable in that they will be themselves regardless of intention or shift in politik, bitterness shields itself from the piercing, diseased light of beauty. When, inevitably, something in this dark and ruinous collection the bitter have surrounded themselves with offers them something desireable, something tempting, some urgent pleasure, and by its nature then betrays them, it only further reinforces the distaste and distrust of the beauty. Desire and Beauty are, after all, nearly synonyms in the common language of man.