In the Klingon Directive, there's no mention of mirror gazing at specific body parts to correlate the visual with the feeling. Workout pain has an uplifting quality; post-water-pik ganders at gumlines dramatize the erosion of the decades. Old trees seem to get better with age. But we're dealing with ravage and it begs for an Earl Sheib $29.95 paint job to cover the chips and dings. I get it that we can go to a laser dermabrasion shop to blast off the unsightly but eff that. It's not about pretty, it's more into what's going on inside that might halt the reverie called life. The checklist is positive as in good/normal for age but that doesn't explain why this '44 Packard can identify rickety going on at some level. This is not another don't give a damn about a greenback dollar because what is said here is what goes. Watching the gorge from the virtual bridge yesterday was the finest way to see it but the NBA was Nothing Becoming at All. Noticed today that Black Swan had a 1300 ROI - saying there's enough people digging the viewpoint from a demented person's eyes to make lotsa $$$. I saw the harbor lights and it was actually a Hummer coming at me, I woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across me head. Guess I'm more of a fan for clear, non-linear thinking people who write alot of Oh Yeah sequences. Jesus made too much sense for the don't-make-waves crowd. If he wasn't right, how do we explain milkshakes then?