Ann, I was almost sure I could speak for all of us, not just a few. I was almost sure that I was beginning to make to sense in my own mind. Imagine getting a following here, schizophrenic, dead beat, death grip on my head. Once I formed so many great thoughts into a poem that would last for centuries. It did nothing, Ann. The best I can do is lighten the load, for me and others, they don't want stale rhetoric of nothingness.