what's it like to be old, bitter and uneducated, to realize you've wasted your life away trying to convince others of your brand of lies, and finally come to grips with the fact that the real-world, physical experiences and emotions you talk about are only skin deep and give you no more pleasure. i wonder if, on your proverbial deathbed, whether you would come crawling back to the forums, and applaud us for our abstract and airy debates, love us all the more because we don't need nature or even otherr people to be happy. go home, turak. nobody here will ever listen to you.