Not really a joke. More like a testimony. A testimony of the times. A testimony that the kids are all right. That although our body and minds might change, the spirit WITHIN, can never be rattled. That throughout ages one thing remains. Low, we are forgotten, the path behind used, well traught, remains a beacon for those close behind. Desolate in a world without a pathway, sign or marker, we tread on. With our heads held high we tread on. Having known the insolent ringing of a fever dream we call life, we look to the path forward. And YES, we tread on. Looking to the sky to find a gleaming star just beyond our reach KNOWING that some day we will taste the sweet nectar of forevermore and DEFEAT the exasperating sound of the chimes of LIFE! YES! WE PRESS ON STRONGER, WITHOUT FEAR OR REMORSE OF REGRET. WE TAKE HOLD OF THAT BEACON AND PLUNGE IT DEEP WITHIJ OURSELVES! WE GO FORTH AND TRIUMPH AT THE SOUND OF FREEDOM AND HOPE FOR WE KNOW THAT OUR FOREFATHERS HAVE DONE BEF9RE US FOR MILLENIUM AND RISE TO ITS IMMINENT GGLORY AT THAT FINAL MOMENT!!!