ahhh..Doris. Now there's a name. A happy medium. All this is a lot easier if you think of it as a cosmic sort of thing. Communications from another world. A diversion. An entertainment to bring pleasure. A rest from the cares of the day. An exchange of pleasantries between people who may or may not exist in the identities they claim on line. We love the messages from the long dead, and shout at each other while the songs whisper in the dark. We all love the songs. Who cares about the singers? The songs abide. A happy medium. Yib Yib.