You gotta understand that Birch Wisdom/Wisdom in the Birches--it means nothing. Not even close to the original name I wanted, which is itself lost to the faulty memory. I'm sticking with BW, though, because Birch Wisdom is what it is. Remember how I started out with my Tao interpretations? What happened to that? Too much happiness is what killed it. All this sunshine and fun is not conducive to reflection. It's dreary and gray right now, though, and this winter, according to my neighbor Bob, promises to be long and hard (with lots of snow). So I'll probably get my existential groove back, which means you can all relax and stop pestering me for poetry.