With expectations that run like animated Disney movies in the theater of thou shalt, I gauge the outcomes of the worlds conflagrations. My measures of fair and just are printed like old sepia slides through which I filter all that I see and experience. Thin gelatinous membranes with images superimposing my notions of what this world is suppose to be. Each with a cardboard border and an ink stamp marking the date it was made and the company that developed it. The company of my corporate culture of Americana circa 1960s.