Poison mediocrity like perfectly straight lines does not exist in Nature it’s manmade and as with all the rest of our artifice any slight excess here ends up poisonously anti-human. Lost we all heard them say: he couldn’t find his way out of a wet paper bag even his own life to save! Ha!Ha!Ha! we all laughed but who of us had love enough to ask what poor old what’s-his-face was doing there in the first place? Rebuild “Frank, rebuild my Church!” “Say what?” “You heard me.” “But all I have is this little book of origami paper.” “That will do.” “But it will hardly last.” “Take a good look at history, Frank, and tell me what of beauty ever really does?” Blessing for the Road May every inch under foot or under wheel; may every stone kicked by anger or by accident; may every field passed by speedily or somnolently; may every whole and part of your road be blessed: the signs, the lines, the end, the start and all the paved or dirty rest.