Who knows, but that the universe is not one vast sea of compassion actually, the veritable holy honey, beneath all this show of personality and cruelty?
Jack Kerouac, “The Origins of the Beat Generation”
I’m not sure how Peter managed the “saint card” look, but it’s appropriate given the bit of St.Peter’s Basillica stuck in the wall of the Tribune Tower beside which he’s posing.
Three cullings for today:
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