A few questions raised in this Magpie Tale.
I am America.
I am the Universe.
I am absolutely nothing at all.
An insecure confidence man, I wrap my selves in the crisp green leaves of uncertainty and contradiction.
I am finally leaving the Pavilion of Sorrow that was hidden behind a riot of unruly junipers. There was certainty there, but the time has come to depart.
How much strife is needed to produce exceptionalism? Will it produce a pearl or just a lump of protein?
Each step forward is leading to death or delight. It is cruelly glorious riddle. Don’t always trust the answers. Most often they are questions in disguise.