My father taught me how to pick the best ear of corn. He told me to always look for the ones with the worm. They know what they are doing. They only go after the sweetest.
Sometimes, I go looking for them. I am drawn in pretty quickly.
There is often surface damage.
There can be sadness or anger. Sometimes it is masked as humor, even sarcasm, but the essence is pure; the feelings run deep.
Once the husk is peeled back, the worm removed, it is just about perfect.