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.

If things get any worse, I'll have to ask you to stop helping me.