Reclusivity is where it's at. Maybe make that reclusishness. It's not about avoiding everyone, but maybe really entertaining yourself. I mean if a single sperm left the urethra would anyone conceive? Silence is golden but so's the color of baby poo. What a weak argument for the ecstasy of declining excitement for excitement's sake. - those are we having fun yet? moments. Who said they are the luckiest people in the world? I like imagination and I imagine it would be fun to have some. Like the strings of a zither, we make what we call happenings and if I never see Laredo, my post-pubescent life will not be for naught. Let your conversation be without covetousness; it really is about abiding, man - the forever kind.