deja vu...

Yes...you heard it before, perhaps even before I could. 

The validation gathered in the accident of having found one's words been said before by someone dearly unknown really pleases...though the question as to who said it first remains indulgently unaddressed indefinitely. 

The dawning of a thought often faces suppression leading to oblivion. Thoughts are decidedly sentimental. Thoughts are living. Thoughts are vindication of cognitive superiority. And thoughts are repetitive...imperceptibly. We shouldn't be ashamed of that.

a flash...

I never claim singularity for saying new things as, being a reasonably obedient student of life, I've trained to find sense in the most repetitive elements and happenings - both conspicuous and otherwise. I never claim uniqueness. I never claim anything. I just smile back when Life smiles from all corners, stairways, pillars, cobbled alleys, unresolved mazes, order and disorder, anarchy, rain and sunshine. The list is long, receptive and unending.

Photography allows the means and the intent, may not be in that order though, to discover a keenness to find sense - or message in everything...a keenness to requite. It lends a companion. And sometime makes us appreciate reason and unreason alike...