Searching

There is something quite interesting about disaster. There is a paradoxical beauty in the destruction of everything withing reach. Once all of the glass is broken, the mirrors shattered, shelves pulled down and after the tv is thrown to the floor then the picture becomes clear. Only amidst the chaos can the underlying truth be revealed. What is determined is that no matter the force exerted onto something, everything, there is one thing that remains untarnished. There is something so pure and so simple that it cannot be destroyed. Found amongst the debris something remains that allows for the idea that the world after all makes sense.