I feel like a rogue quanta, inextricably entangled with all these wunnerful event nodes across the folkosphere. Instantly tanslatable and inseperable, that's us.
Thanks all. I had a great evening out with friends and sang my best Muleskinner to a fierce Doberman, who rolled over on his back and laid out his tongue as though he had been drugged.
Among other songs. A grand day and a grand night. I go forth girded and ready to live in the world as an old fart...