Where We Come From

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?

Clay Penguin

It is time for repentance
Comfortably wedged between searching and enacting.
It is time for repugnance,
For redundant celebration of distaste.
It is time for a reprobate
To earn its keep in silver.