"I don't want to belong to any club that would accept people like me as a member."
-Groucho Marx, explored in Woody Allen's "Annie Hall," and my sentiments exactly.
Makes for lonely living.
Finally Woken
Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorous morn.

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