Eddie my friend, can you remember all of the early days when your life was no greater than your next tile? Can you find humility in these little squares? Look at you, bombed outta' your sox and still tapping here on this keyboard! Shame on you my friend because time nor tide waits for ANY man and you shall be late for the judgement. You've got tiles spread all over this site but there is no place for you to rest! Go, my friend and let your pixels ring out in freedom.
Better yet, finish that pint of Southern Comfort and get your ass to bed! What can it matter if your tile is accepted or rejected? Why should you be the one to remind the rest, to start the interplay among people? Are we all here? Who is willing to love their neighbor today? How sad we are, as we lift the thread and the pixel, being so sure that we are nothing until we find a mirror to our soul and see ourselves in the passing vision of another.We may not be the end all or the be all of it all, but we are who we are, and more than that, we cannot be,
Now go and finish that bottle Ed..........

No, it isn't little green apples that I thank God for, it's these ridiculous little tiles thatI find myself thanking God for... Lo, that I have come of age, twisted fingers searching a keyboard but still, I am in his image! Cry out you gyped tilist, where I have tresspassed your border and cut you off at the pass and I will pledge to redeem the name that you called upon when the tiling became more than you could handle. Raise a pixel my dear friend, in the name of he who guides all mice and even tablets from here unto that great quilt above which means the life and the spirit and the world upon worlds on end.I just wanted to tell all of you out there that I'm plastered tonight, about as fit as Behogan's goat... Se La Vie, Se La Guerre...