janus, january, at the start and the end, two ways, midden and shown, truth and fiction, lines blur and boundries ebb, and questions, the ying and yang always in balance, the continued struggle of good vs. evil, of right vs. wrong, the truth will set you free, two wrongs don't make a right, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, contrarians, red dawn the signs of its time, of captured moments of a small scale against the backdrop of a huge world changing event, but these things, and more, fine lines, tightrope walkers, a foot, or 40 off the ground, it doesn't matter, tip toe around those fragile christmas tree ornaments, lightbulbs, a minefield, waiting to trip, wonder who might push, who might prod, what might trip the explosion, and then there won't be any more worries.