Christian. My what a magnificent word! I grew up believing in its regality and by God continue to believe it still for (contrary to popular opinion) such is one who sets his face as flint toward the yawing day and rides in with love ablazin’ unable to keep from squandering second chances upon both the comely and the plain because the mercies keep falling through the holes in his fool hands and side (and because he himself has been so squandered upon). Christian. Its a deathy way to live, that’s for sure, but with every dying the valiant founder’s magic grows and one day, yes one day, the spell will reach its climaxation and we will wake to as it was in the beginning and death, yes death will bloom no more.