Life moved onward and upward. Art taking a new direction. Have little time for jokes and even less for the lustful vanity of this existence. Pity? Warmth? Humor? Sadness? I view them all, but the self-centered righteousness is the paramount by far. Do you wish yourself as beautiful as the photograph shows you? Give yourself 5 years and see where the acne has scared you and the worried lines are finally etched into the graven visage. Then what will you do? There is no escape from time and its lovely hand shall taint us all. Pointing and laughing, I sign off into a new dimension of old age, hemorrhoids and crab cakes.