Sadly, those who occasionally find themselves within the perimeter of our passion, are inexorably drawn by a picturesque umbilical cord connection of symbiotic semantic significance until they emerge with a certain degree of trepidation from behind the curtain to haplessly or happily embrace a warm and loving fateful series of poetically just injustices delivered with perfectly precise imprecision as a stage by stage dramatic panoply on words creates worlds within worlds beyond worlds which unfold themselves like lost hands whose renewed value restores them to winning deals dealt by a fair dealer from the bottomless bottom of a well-stacked deckhand on a ship of foolish refugees who are eager to play their part by honestly imparting whatever raised bid best buys them their wage-earners' wagers and are caught up in a consummation of devout intensity towards an entirely visceral level of ethereal reality that is honestly but horrifically reflective of some small but salient glimmering peace radiating from within the placid center of turbulence that willfully emanates from the spiritual, emotional and intellectual  essence that exists through the totality of transcendence flowing from our epicenter throughout every daunting physical decibel in the entire sonorous appealing universal song of love that is life.