It's so fun to write in riddles.

What would it be at all, if everything were plain. It would be far better to write as if in drunkenness. Not that one needs to be drunk, but if you could write coherently in hidden ways, perfect.

Of course, that would create the floodgates in which theological debates, arguments and misinterpretation would occur naturally.

But then, don't we all love a little conversational sparring, or a well-worded written antithesis to the point. If it were all perfectly clear at first instance, I would be even more bored than I am already.

This is why you love poetry, the word of God, the weird ways in which your intellectual lovers and friends write. No one else will do.

They read and write such, thereafter proclaiming the deep meanings interacting within. Share it in the open, place them on the table.

And what do you have: everyone sees it in a different way.

Perfect entertainment.

- And now. Music please: Tell me your thesis again in C major going on to F?

Really, I have no idea about music except that I can make some noise, very plainly. The theory behind it, and how to transpose it into dance and art, I believe, will never be so simple to me as some create it to be.

What I do know, I would love you to sing to me the music you write. Because deep down, apart from art, I only understand language - the English version of it - and that limits me in my experience. The cryptic nature of of all else, maybe I'll get there soon.

Back to my point: I hope I wasn't that easy to understand today; I hope no one felt cheesy. I think,

The beer helped. Alas, I needed it quite badly. Cheers.