Isn't this basically the same thread as that other one in which Holden Caulfield--I mean Mozart Link--whines and moans about how life can't everyday be to us what Christmas morning is to a five-year-old?
What's the point of all this again? (Or was that the original question?)
What's the point of all this again? (Or was that the original question?)
He who loves God cannot endeavour that God should love him in return - Baruch Spinoza