So that's what you think, My Lord Senor Don Ron ? Don't forget the one-poem medieval Spanish poet's COPLAS sobre la Muerte...I expanded upon to give you the proper warning. The long lines of the dead (like in the Customs queues at Australian and US airports where trained dogs sniff out the smugglers of drugs, worm-ridden and insect-infested food and foliage) hovering at Death's Door giving all kinds of HOLY excuses for favoured treatment just won't pass muster. In your case, I'm afraid, you have only yourself to blame. You assumed the role of CRITIC (of all genres of writing in Authorsden), a role that calls for IMPARTIALITY and FUNDAMENTAL and INALIENABLE standards of JUDGEMENT - not to be goaded by notions of POPULARITY nor be corrupted by letting snippets of personal ANECDOTES, triggered by what you read. These failings will not go unpardoned at the FINAL EXIT GATE. You cannot plead ignorance of the rules in vigour at the au-dela FRONTIER. WHY??? Think of the harm you have done: giving hope to all poets and writers that they can ALL get the NOBEL, BOOKER, HAWTHORNDEN & NATIONAL BOOK AWARDS, etc. And sure as HELL, some of them might do themselves irreparable harm (read as VIOLENCE), and WHO will be to blame???

Despite your dire warning about getting our shit together before we go, I feel rather confident that there will be no checkpoint for me at all to worry about.

Ron