Marionettes and puppets on a string,and socks on a hand, a ventriloquists Dummy, all move to the whim of their masters beat. No choices have they, where they go or stay, no words of their own may they utter. Preprogrammed existence, the price that they pay for the continuance of this worldly stay. People sometimes play this game of sloth, far easier is life with no decisions to make. No one gets angry when all goes his way. Far better existence, it seems to me, Is available when push comes to shove, when challenge gets thrown in the face of the constituents involved in any relationship. Then at least the candidates can deem, the worthiness and intelligence and strength and compassion of that portion of self the other wishes to share. Therein lies the ability to share equally the continuity of lasting friendships, and sharing of souls.