This is my first repetition of this image. How does a soul disintegrate? What would the disintegrated soul look like? How would it manifest, appear, or come to knowledge? Motivated by lack, else, why move? Motivated by love, or lack of love. How would the disintegrated soul experience love? How would it experience beauty? Repeat the creation of one's being into what it was supposed to be. Recreate one's being. Does it need to be recreated; taken down, scraped back, or painted over, and repeated?