George, my friend, you know where all the emotional and psychological and spiritual buttons are to push and effect one such as myself and the day and the sun have conferred unto me many surprises which I was ill prepared for, still, I was young and could absorb such surprises, but never in my wildest imaginings was I prepared in such a ragged age as I have taken upon myself to know how to deal with the coin which was flipped in my direction which I caught on my tongue, given all other appendages were busy, and the side that coin landed on was so irrevocably sweet, such as I've never tasted in my life, even its edge, but as with all coins they have another side to taste, the side which I am tasting now is bitter to say the least, but it is a bitterness which is deemed sweet by my soul, so bitterly sweet, still I haven't the heart or the will to spit it out and take unto my tongue other less affecting denomination. And it is this bittersweet coin which moves my quill towards some notion that the day or the sun have other coins up their sleeves to toss an old man, who would be more than glad to be made recipient and as bittersweet as coins can be, I would never wish for one which is one sided for that would be cheating myself and my quill.