me too pony, me too. i've lost track of the years. for me pony
it's not patience, i ran out of that many moons ago, it's
resignation. i loved the idea of producing something synthetic
that replicates a miracle of nature, only having it be practical,
utilitarian,as opposed to being a symbol of love or a sign of wealth--a kind of currency. i'm not knowledgeable or sophisticated
enough to understand what's prevented this marvelous idea from
becoming a reality, but common sense has told me for a very long
time that there are flies in the ointment, big ones. i admire
all of you who keep the faith. it's a better way to go through
life, provided that if and when you get burnt you don't get too
down about it.
glta in 2020--with this and everything else...
