I would like to add an excerpt from Tom Robbin's new book Villa Incognito. It goes like this...

Dickie muttered upon exiting, "Jeeze! I wonder which god it is that's the God of Bullshit?" He didn't really mean it of course: under normal conditions he would have loved taken part in the discourse, and, furthmore, he hadn't thought the others could possibly overheard. Alas, the ever alert Stubblefield called after him:
"All of them, Goldwire. All of them. No particular god gets to preside over bullshit, or else they'd fight among themselves for the privilege. The gods tolerate the human race for no other reason than our bullshit. It's the only thing about us that doesn't bore them to tears."
"What about love?" Dickie thought to yell back. "What about our capacity for love?" But by then the door had swung shut behind him.

Tom Robbins understands us.
I would like to add one more thing. While I'm hob-nobbing tommorrow night, I will raise my glass to you all at midnight. I'm having the party so I will not be around to give you all new years kisses so I do it now.

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