Constructive criticism anyone?

What are we all?Of blood and flesh?Skeletal, once you reach the bone there is nowhere left to go, that is all there is, all you are. The human race is far too impure to be free of cell imperfections. Is no one entirely beautiful? Once you reach the bone there is nowhere left to go...but the energy of being. What if your essence is no good? What are you worth to the world? What is there without beauty.Where is beauty?What about the dumb and the ugly? Who allowed them to exist this way? Why do they continue existence?What exactly to their thoughts see? What am I but ascending thoughts and clever words?Nothing.I am nothing else. Without these things I would vanish from the atmosphere.