I kind of see what you mean about being of different classes.
I have a lot to say about the wealth of human experience that can be found in certain cow pastures lit with fire flies, with falling stars and that.
Then again the magic Idaho potato sky uhm... Potatoes must have a special charm to them, too.
Well. I had better run. Love you, respect you, and hope to see you someday on the flip side. I wish you well.