Not ugly. Not pretty. Or maybe both. LIFE-RAFT EARTH feels like it captures a quintessence. Right at the dawning of the awareness of the darker dimensions of the Age of Aquarius. There is a place where protest and self-destruction begin to merge. Indeed it has always been our bodies that are the last thing we have to destroy in effigy. Also: will the Trotskyists (and their progeny) ever be able to get along? Heh heh.