I often repeat, both here in my secret corner and in my non-electronic lamentations, that there is beauty in everything. Like this here sun and the sky and the 'skyscraper' outline in yesterdays photo. Not only do I say that, I actually mean it after I have considered the fact I might be 'full of it' as they say. I am also just coming to terms with realization that not everyone has the same luxury of being able to consider one owns' truthfulness in front of ones' self. I have just watched House MD S06E19 and the question lingers in the air; interpretations being our facts and our facts being maps we steer our life by are there really wrong choices at all?
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