hehehe...when cleaning out our own closet of life...we can find the
laughter in our own naviety in life..that took us to that point in
life than we needed to clean that skeleton closet..
Your very passionate opinion reminded me of a great poem of Omar
Khayyam : Oh,Love,could not I and thou with fate conspire;To
change the sorry state of things entire; Could we not we shatter
it to bits;And remould it nearer to heart's desire