So it seems I have traced a line in the sand of my life. No longer it seems have I the tolerance needed to put up with stupidity. The trails of minds with no more depth than is required to plant a crop of lettuce, mean less to me now than the nutrition available from eating the roughage of these greens. Without the dressing or the cheese this salad of mind remains infinitely shallow as the thoughts of those who wallow in the slightest of potential dreams. My luck of late has been the exposure as such that the cream of the shallowest crop of unimaginative folks who think a great idea would be a copy of yesterdays posts,would like to believe the answer to fixing me is available on Maury’s television show.That being said, I know in my heart, the scope of my being is narrow. If it weren’t for the few jewels who hold open minds, and the gems on the net, I would swear that the world was spiraling into a hole from which we cannot climb. As such I must for my own sanity reach out to find those of deeper minds and feast on more substantial fare, even at the threat of hurting some feelings. Great love to folks who can look beneath the surface of humanity and seek the meaning of life!