It's irrational to exchange conquests that are redeemed as being the sole purpose for your stature. So I guess you're better at art than I am. This means a lot, which is why our hearts are broken.      You saved scilence with the exchange of tired hymns. What is there left to become of what we regard innocence to be?      When expletives appear to replace the puctuation in all of your sentences (horses make me laugh. This is not a shared amusment), it helps to keep the dialect stay broken.      Whether I wonder about the unimportant shouldn't bother you at all.