Always so highly amused by controversy. The challenge that ideas are something to be angered about - passion is one thing. Conflict, another. It marks the human soul, the limitations of understanding, the fracture lines in wisdom.
But I digress, and poetically. Perhaps it's the late hour, the deprivation, but I've become philosophical in my sleeplessness. I may seem condescending, but it is not intended for you. Perhaps those who you and I can both look down on, dear reader, and snicker at their lack of understanding. You and I, however, we share kinship in our mutual mockery. But that's for another time.
And so, in my musing, I wil