It is remarkable but it is no less painful for that, how rarely people make an effort not to understand "things." They start well. Children say "Why doesn't granpa grow no beard like a cow huh?" and they're told "Because he doesn't have to, that's why." or "Why is the grass always the color of engine oil and conjugations of cigarette?" -- "Because your papa's a sloppy, ill-tempered bastard and I'd shoot him in a minute if my particular brand of sex had any appeal for the insurance man." Children don't want "to know," they want to increase their enjoyment of not knowing. But people will go on Thursdaying on Wednesdays. What precisely is "a tree"? What *does* the grass "mean"? Why *are* snowflakes snowflakes? Why do animals have "*faces*"? These are not casual questions. Think about them. Then tell me what conclusion you reach. To the first person sending in a satisfactory answer to any or all of these questions, I will pay the sum of one million dollars. So think them over, won't you? -kenneth patchen. i didn't want to hog that million all by myself. happy birthday. paul. "...if the dirt won't sift, step on it, or smash it with a rock...bake outside where nothing is dripping" from _The Mud Book (how to make pies and cakes)_ by john cage and lois long. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com