familiar to him, he’d found a way to describe his former line of work as art. Was that just an excuse to justify killing people though? Perhaps. But it seemed as if this was more than just a casual metaphor to describe his dark past in a nice flowery manner. He reads more:

The majesty of the flight and first time connection with the target takes so many calculations into account it’s incredible by any measure.

A work of art in its own right, requiring a dedication to an art form practiced by many but perfected by few.

Why does the target or the motive of the shooter detract from that? Morals and politics don’t come into it. Art still took place. The essence of life was still explored.