Baby Benny Wildfire

A musical visual linguistic inferno cultivated in the Niagara Escarpment. Many hear the fire crackling, but few ever smell it's smoke, or see it in action, for it is so very tiny, and only occurs in the crevasses.

golden-linings:

“Truth does not pay homage to any society,
ancient or modern. Society has to pay
homage to Truth or die. Societies should be
molded upon truth, and truth has not to adjust
itself to society.”