Square is square?

I’ve got a box filled with all sorts of sentimental junk that I just can’t find it in my heart to get rid of. A few weeks ago I was doing some spring cleaning and ran across this book of collages. Something my best girl friends made for me when I left Minnesota to go to school in Vancouver. Anyway, one of the pages had just those words, cut out from a magazine. And they just struck me as right, somehow appropriate.

It’s a statement that while open to interpretation, is about reality as reality, fact as fact. Plus it’s short, and easy to remember.