Tale of the Old Japanese Man If you were me, an old Japanese man spoke to your soul. If you were me, you'd have been 2 years old and he'd have given you a blessing on the train that day. He'd have shared with you, "observe and understand". And if you were me, you would live your life feeling like a wandering fool in the wonderment of the unknown. Always enlightened by your own ignorance, with a reward in *finally* knowing the mechanics of pricelessness. If you were me, you would appreciate the essence of value, and you would seek it. As I've come to know, only *I* have lived *this* experience. And each of you, your own. You cannot be me. That's my job. peace- seanrox