Woe is paralytic. I also detect a drop mention of broad-mindedness toward arched dynamics or versions of it, even when love centers on abandon thru the sky with a body of rare happiness like popsicle rose gold in outer space — 
 
all of this implicit in the simplest rejoinder to the proudest to seem stupid Dionysian.  
 
Dionysian = garish calculation, puffy energy, cute, can’t think straight. 
Outer space in theory.