poem shockme <CODE> One does not choose the music one loves, For the music makes the choice. And yet . . . one need not listen. And one does not choose the language one loves, For the choice lies with the language. And still . . . one need neither speak nor write. If you are reading this, It is only because you have been chosen. And because you desire the path which lies before you. </CODE> <P> <I>If things get any worse, I'll have to ask you to stop helping me.</I>