Rendezvous.

It is a miracle that miracles happen. Does that mean miracles are any less real when they are small, when their inception does not foretell their deaths?
People see miracles all the time in things like a jar of peanut butter, or a burnt piece of toast which, through the random jostling of space, creates the appearance of the virgin mary. More money is offered through ebay(as all of these objects do end up on ebay) if the virgin mary is either a)crying or b)accompanied by "The Jesus". Not the pederast. The one who died, you know, for all of our fucking sins. There is no reliable statistical information on whether it matters, to the collector, if "The big J" is an adult or a child, whether the Mary is crying a la the Pieta, or for some other reason.
What is there to think of those who collect such things - the detritus of humanity, of our ruminations. There is nothing that we would like more than to collect the proofs of our uniqueness, the signs that God whimiscally gives us, as a child will sometimes throw a pet a treat. Is that what we seek, then?
Not that I am particularly religious, or particularly not so. It simply fascinates me that people are so desperate to see something beautiful when it is so easily seen, all around us. It is said by many that there is beauty in death, but what most people tend to forget is that it is because there is beauty in life.
I will write more tomorrow - this will suffice for my first post to this board. Ciao, my lovely readers. I hope to hear from some of you.

-Rich
this is the pursuit of happiness labeled black and blue