In my American literature class, we're reading from Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried. He describes a character's death, and mentions that the definition of war is contradictory. "War is ugly, war is beautiful," he says.
Me: Look here, where he's talking about rocket's red glare. He's saying that war can be beautiful. When you're in it, it's scary, it's ugly--but it's also beautiful.
Kid: What if, like, the rocket shot into your eye? Would it be pretty when it blew up your eye?
Me: Umm...that's not exactly--
Other Kid: How can you see it if your eye's blown out?
Girl Next to Him: You've got two eyes, stupid, you can just look at it with your other one.