rhetorical

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

The beauty of a word does not belong to a word its self, nor does it belong to the letters that make up the word. The beauty of a word is identified by its meaning. The magic in a sentence is built from the beauty of the word in it, and the emotion of a song is rooted to the sincerity of its words.
But what exactly is it that makes these words seem so untouchable, so complete? This is a question to which there is no answer: Rhetorical.

Who will guard the guardian?