Talk about a learning curve straight upwards. Some of us accidentally figured it out, they hit the mother-load. Which is lovely. For us “others,” we need to become like Wile E. Coyote; blown up, stretched, cut in half, go “splat,” “kapow,” “zoing,” and all that jazz. And yet we’d strive to live on. Don’t get me wrong; we’re the stuff of legends, this “ain’t no thang.” Yes it’s true, we’re an awesome species, but I’ll still need a drink after writing this because it means I need to swallow some pretty harsh realities… … More “Pseudo” Correct