We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall… - Robert Fulghum

Every person passing through this life will unknowingly leave something and take something away. Most of this “something” cannot be seen or heard or numbered or scientifically detected or counted. It’s what we leave in the minds of other people and what they leave in ours. Memory. The census doesn’t count it. Nothing counts without it.

And sure, I know if you eat this way you'll die. So? If you don't eat this way you're still going to die. Why not die happy?

"As one old gentleman put it, " Son, I don't care if you're stark nekkid and wear a bone in your nose. If you kin fiddle, you're all right with me. It's the music we make that counts.