The countenance of the harlequin belies the truth; we got here from there and the only afterthought is "who put the ram in the rama-lama-ding-dong". Cryptic diversions to reveal the truth, not conceal the inadequacies. Today is for examining Imagine; yesterday we resurrected wholeness made by love, thank you Melvin Udall. In the chapel of love there is no room for buzzkills; well, maybe a little room but here is where we invoke the moral hazard. Don't stroke for me, Madonna - please let the crescent moon remind me there's only a day or so with obstruction-free seats every month. The rest of the time needs character building - like it or not. I got here on the rays of Divine Intervention so there's no "I worked so hard and so long . . " to stand out as the thing that needs fixing. The only thing that gels is "here is where only truth reigns so forget about tap-dancing to theme music". Like the only survivor of an onslaught, I wish only for everyone to experience this achievement and lather with the extract of sanctity fully aware of the gift. Sunny day, sweepin' the clouds away..