gathering of information, of views, and opinions, of thoughts of trials and tribulations, a gathering of words, of sentences, the insemination of information, shoring up personal docks and walls, arms outstretched, ears wide open, to hear, and listen, harvest and reap, and why? hoping for some semblence of surity, of some hope there is a right way or a wrong way, that the normal, the public, the huddled masses of friends will know better than i, the many minds, and combined experiences is greater, is infinitely wiser, weathered, tarred and feathered, but better, that maybe outside affirmation of the inside, air pressure of the atmosphere on a balloon, equalized, bouyant, fresh and easy, or just an exit poll, a survey, a telemarketers odd cousin, yet i ask, and listen, and ask again, and listen some more