I'm a very lucky man. Why, you ask, do I say that? I have my health (both mentally and physically), I am interested in many things, therefore boredom is unknown to me. I am free from self-destructive impulses, especially greed. I have a bizzare sense of humor, which is a constant form of entertainment. My inner world is bigger than my outer world, a constant source of inspiration and distraction. But the thing that makes me a lucky man is that I have the privilege of knowing and being loved by Pook. She is the most intelligent person I have ever known, she is compassionate about very important things, even though the rest of the world doesn't seem to care (screw the world I tell her). She is tireless in her aim to make the world a better place. She is also the world's greatest cat-mom. Nobody makes better fries and grill'ems at 3:30 in the morning than her. I am very proud and lucky to be liked and loved by Pook. The so-called world can keep its version of luck. You can keep your fame, fortune, fast cars, entourage of fake friends, and travel to tourist traps. All of these things pale in comparison to Pook.