love and hate mean nothing to me. my feelings are not described by 4-letter words. old man time wants me to recall the answer, but i won't even ask the question. i live in my observatory, making sideways glances at the moon. the stars don't interest me, they make their own light. the moon only reflects, giving nothing from itself, yet shedding more light than the stars. this begs the question (an admittedly illogical thing to do)...which is better, giving all you have and doing little, or giving nothing and doing more?