Eating corn and the second chance still life.

When someone sees an image of Jesus or Mary in a sandwich or a tree stump it makes headlines.  What about all the lesser known saints and deities with nameless faces that show up in casseroles, and mineral deposits.  Are we so well trained that we allow ourselves to acknowledge only what an editor approves. Expecting the masses to see photoshopped images as real, wanting to desensitize the intellect through an elusive meat grinder.  It's like the person who corrects your grammar.  They don't want others to learn they want others to think their way of communicating is superior.  Even people who communicate in slang want others to think they are superior by being clever, and so on with various languages.  It is my right to not understand.  Without a solid foundation the unraveling is quick.

I saw Cthulhu in my corn fritter but I ate it.