I will not say the typical, I wish I had a dollar for every time I uttered that word, which would make me richer than Midas. A word which I find, unlike most people, perhaps, quite delightful and self assured in its sound which is very masculine and forceful to be certain and much misunderstood in its time. I think it high time we rallied around the word and not condemn it to -----------------hail, hail, the unmentionable!

Worthy capture of our times, George. Half the world runs toward death The rest prefer to take their form of meth...so true. I take my Merlot with an ice cube; the heathen that I am. :)

everyone's got their own custom tailored poison.. no cure for us but to wink out of existence; maybe that's the goal - self induced extinction... the world will go right on and cure itself once man is gone for good - whether by shipping ourselves off-world, or all of nature rises up against us. No Merlot for me, I'll take Riesling ;)

If you follow the media, this seems to be the way of things, but I will lift my glass and drink to those who continue to grow gardens and strong souls, and faces turned to the sun instead of the artificial light. I liked your riff on reason and season, George. Cheers!