yuk, can’t abide all of that nastiness. Makes one feel unclean. Time for a stroll and Rittenhouse Sq. at midnight with glittering stars overhead and inches of snow drifted on the tree branches and a cobalt silhouette of the glacial city skyline . This is a snow and ice winter garden ala Doctor Zhivago. The Barnacles were in a snowball fight and the lovers were wrapped around each other. Total silence except for the occasional gleeful laugh. Sometimes there is real stillness, occasionally there is unexamined life and here there is evidence of things not seen as Ned R would say. Maybe even hope of reasoning.