maybe there will be such thing: outrageously aesthetic for absolutely no reason. or naturally functional with nothing to be produced this way at all. far above all human made object. above humanity itself and all their lousy inventions. degrading them to creations meant to assure mankind of their belonging on their beloved planet. mutating the whole lively instance into a species of its very own. the first real independent thing. arrogant enough to not crave reproduction. rather standing for its own. its own romanticism consisting of pure uselessness. affronting everyone forced to bear its unwounded eye on time. resting in its lack of function, appetite, ambition and the knowledge of embracing enough beauty to excel them all. all them hasty creatures rotating and moaning. seeking for prestige, wisdom, attraction. falsely arrogant by thinking of themselves as masters. while only circling around themselves.