What if the world was one and done? You do good, come out ahead then you stay in but otherwise ERRRRH, sorry Mrs. Klebowitz but take the home version of our game and do be careful of the door. Luckily, it isn't and there's redemption, put it into words and accept that tomorrow will come. Arousal, congenital contemplation then PTL for not suffering from wet brain. There's an arc of understanding that is independent of pedagogy. It's where Carlton the doorman makes a joke but instead of laughing, it hits you where the medulla actuates and harmonic convergence reigns. This may sound vague but this is all about hitting send on The Epistle and affirming that Step 9 only works when you're channeling Eric Clapton who'd never let coke fall out the window. If this were to be put into song, it might sound like that Sam guy on SNL who looked a little like Mad Dog Clime (RIP). I feel better only because I got that nuisance off the plate, Skippy. Is that the revelation that the confession to clear things with God is less uplifting than scratching a big one off the to-do list? As Terry Southern wrote "give me your hump