Jake, that is the most beautiful letter I have ever read. My thoughts exactly (except my thoughts sounded crappier and I'm not always that happy and I hated Goodwill Hunting). I hope you don't mind if I print your letter and keep it (that's not actually a question 'cause I already printed it). - Adam In response to: And just what is to be considered Finer Knowledge? I mean, I struggle with introspective bullshit thoughts and feelings and questions that I pose to myself almost daily. (Not to mention entertaining the old Hemingway exit.) I look around and see many people whose one true worry in life seems to be if their socks match their shirts. Some movie I watched last night had this woman offering a toast to her companion. The toast was something like "Those of us who know better still get up in the morning anyway". And I agree. Regardless of how easy or hard it is to be wise. Sometimes I find myself wishing aloud even that I was "like them". All carefree and happy. But who is to say? I seriously doubt that wisdom could ever hold the hand of happiness. And I have countless reasons that are too many to fit here. (Like Fermat's Last Theorem where he states he found a marvelous proof but had no room in the margins to write it.) But I do consider myself to be wise. And doesn't that make me stupid? (Plato?) There are times when I secretly wish that people could get a load of all the books I have going on my nightstand. Would Good Will Hunting been as cool if he didn't have the asshole college guy to spout off to about all the books he knew and the philosophies he adopted? And there are other times when I wish that I had a drivers license and even a damned automobile. That way I could show the macho guys whats under my proverbial hood and chicks would just go crazy. There are times I want to go out fishing and catch the biggest fish. (Maybe I could grow a mustache by itself and hunt.) But the problem is that I never want the women that would think that sort of stuff to be desirable. But just why the hell isn't it? I take up eighteen different hobbies at a time just to keep myself going. Just for something to do. I am painting a new one every other day at least just to try and convince myself there is some point. I come to work and check my mail and actually look forward to what you all have to offer on this list. Meanwhile the secretary checks her stocks as much as I check this list and I used to scoff at her. But who is better off? She is dumb as a box of hair but seems happy as hell with little pictures of her children and pets and all that crap. And I am not unhappy mind you. I am really liking the way things are going for me. I just wonder if the white trash mobile home people can ever be truly without Finer Knowledge. I just wonder if I can ever be truly happy with it. I still get up in the morning. Solid handshakes, -Jake