Innocence

Innocence has a face of it's own. No one can truly capture it if they don't have it already.

Sometimes people are fooled, but it is not innocence they are seeing, it is their own desire for it, their own need to believe in it, maybe even their desire to corrupt it.

Few people are truly innocents as adults. They are good people, but their knowledge of the world, which they probably need to keep them safe, prevents them from actually being it.

The exceptions are often people we call mentally deficient, but there can be others.

People are like stained glass windows. A mosaic of different parts all welded together by the need to survive and that is where innocence can lift it's tiny eyes and peer out uncorrupted at a world that has been too cruel.

I think it is nature's way of dealing with the unbearable, a way of leaving a little opening for the soul to escape.