The Making of Meaning

How do I look at the world now? Art? Photography? Literature? Faith? Don’t even get me started on the lies people in power tell and have always told, simply to control us so that they remain in power.

I no longer want to worry about what I write, who reads it, if I’ll change my mind. I hope I change my mind. If, five years from now, I read back over something published here and don’t smack my forehead over how wrong I was, I will consider the next five years little more than a foray into failure.