Hello, Cynic
Good to see (what I can see of) you again
Glad to hear your ideals are still intact, your expectations still unmet by every person, place and thing
And that you have resisted the urge to become attached to anything that will surely let you down in the end

But I have a question:

When you consider the chef whose eyes well up with tears at the opening of a fresh wheel of Parmesan
Or the grownup man who abandons himself in the giggles of a child
Or the gardener who buries her hands and pours her sweat into the ground as an offering to the Life which sustains her

I wonder, Cynic, have you ever wished to be this courageous?