things become easier with time, time heals all wounds, battle scars, scabs, bones set, ligaments reconnect, it's all good, i love it when a plan comes together, and christmas beckons around the corner, sneaking up gently, thieves in knights, but still, the world doesn't show it, but then again, did it ever? times before, wintry wonderland, ice, cold, bitter jack frost, campari cocktails, tom and jerrys, egg nog, friends and family, but truth be told, be tall and fruitful, but never as much as lies, which beget more and more lies, until they populate more than rabbits, or ants, or other prolific creatures. but as always, i digress. time passes. it always does. centuries go, sometimes come, evolution, masses, population explosions, but it's the people that count, more and more, it's the people.