Ask not, (knowledge forbidden) what our destined term of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers.
Better far to bear the future, my POBLeus, like the past,
Whether Hive has many writers yet to give, or this our last;
This, that makes the bull shit billows spend their strength against the shore.
Strain your wine and prove your wisdom; life is short; should hope be more?
(source unknown)
Ok then
Won't ask :D
just enjoy the moment
Funny you should say that, because I have been consciously trying to work on that for the last couple of weeks
And I shall take as a sign ;p
Have a @mineopoly