With the mirror of possibilities all scratched & warped facets added by unknown toilers in glass faces blurred twisted kinked crooked & wry so that eyes become ears & smiles morph into sneers nothing is more important in this inviolable time than for talking heads to quote commentaries on commentaries on interpretations of realities. Stay as far away from the truth as viable knowing that it will be incredibly difficult to avoid spinning with at least one true partner when the dance floor is filled with thousands or more floating versions moving in time to the latest sound from the Titanic's last gasp band combo. (One truth: Always play to keep the people calm.) Unite unite unite is today's plea a call to all that dare - or is it deign - to glance into the glass with silver on its back in hopes of catching some gold reaching into the binges we prefer & have grown to love. But remember, with God, the one who almost touches Adam, there are no buts only ruts well-furnished by the less serious lifers & for those who reach further only ands.