dzadza, my friend. . I have MAD MAD MAADDD respect for those props. You've taken the pursuit for knowledge and to a level very few have and with a committment on par to none. but what does this all mean? I mean , how does it leave you feeling at night , when you go to sleep? Do you TELL yourself "what agreat day, im such a 1560'er, time to sleep". Is that all you need? Does that alone quench your thirst for the vigor that life has to offer? Its like the Mastercard ads; There are some things brains can't buy; For anything anything else, there're exams. For Example: If I ask my friend ClubKat "when do you feel love?", she won't go "When I walk out of a testing center knowing I ROCKED the verbal" Instead, Kittie will go "when a thick, well-hung black man pins me against the wall of a dive-bar and pumps my bum like a combustible engine , then I know what love is. .." Another Example: Myself, joeg, and PHONK are winding down another weekend as we meet up for lunch on monday for exactly 59.4 minutes lunch break from our mundane and tired dayjobs that serve no other purpose than to purchase drugs and pay exorbitant club fees week after week and head to Ranch One. There I ask "joeg, how was your weekend?" If he tought the way you did, dzadza, he might go "well, I forgot how to add 2+2, so I'm sorta bummed about that", BUT HE'S A BETTER PERSON THAN THAT. INSTEAD HE'll START GUFFAWING SENSELESSLY AT EVER UTTERANCE I SAY "BAWAGBWAHBFGHWAFHAHAA" like a recese monkey (perhaps from real joy, long term drug abuse, marijuana, whathaveyou). joeg knows somethin you dont; and thats SELF RESPECT. a SELF RESPECT THAT NUMBERS DONT GET YOU. I've had it with you people. There's nothing left to do but cry.