I did not really used to understand that nothing lasts forever. But I do understand it now and I have for a while. I suppose once someone close dies to you that you come to understand it. Maybe once you get old you understand it too, or if one has a bad illness, etc., etc. This board reminds me now of a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ozymandias: I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. lol, a bit heavy handed but I like it. So should I turn this board into an archive or what...leave it open?