marvel at the human race in its complexity, awesome savagery. finely balanced by the delicate artistic nuances of our making, but really, do most of us abandon our moral standards in difficult situations? keep trying, but life spins you around just a fraction more, leaves you winded - just wish we could all keep a tight rein on what we view as civilisation, maybe (just maybe) degeneration. stare down into that dark place, feel the pulsing miasma, cruel affliction of disease. you know, and I know, this is inherent, in-born, it is ours.

pooh bear and his friends are eighty,; old, but lovable, enough for someone who does not hunger for presence.