Is, or is not...

Random on the TTC... after an awesome BBQ I'm on the Red Rocket barreling towards home and, being me... I'm lookin' around. I spy a poem written by Sandy Shreve, hanging on the section where adverts are. And her words struck me... she says "What you see, is."

So then, what you see, is. And what you cannot accept will smack you upside the head until you do.