No home for Impostor Syndrome

“…You’ll wonder …”

When we fight for likes

“before we try to shake down the temple …”

The poison of naiveté

Naiveté vice, strength and weakness.   Affording sustenance to the cruel illusion of could, can, will.   Aspirational notions push past – hollow enunciations of practicality in conflict with reality.   Ambrosial lies of supremacy obscure common ground as haughty inebriation propels the assembled towards the cathedra – to be seated – as wanton blindnessContinue reading “The poison of naiveté”