All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.
You were sorely missed, and I'm glad I could pull you back in for the special occasion of this milestone game. My current chief rival in your absence pales in comparison - can't play each other like you & I do, won't be frenemies like you & I are, probably doesn't even share a birthday with David Crosby, Tim Tebow, Mila Kunis, the guy who drew The Far Side and romance novelist Danielle Steele like you & I do.
I rush to embrace a renewal of our reciprocal desire to kill one another. Here's hoping it's merely fleeting this time around?
kdogg > Bek
Oh yes, the vote is certainly reciprocated.... nostalgia, take me away!