Eruptions of loneliness interrupt thine with mine. What's yours is mine, mine, mine. Creatures of consumption, "mining" resources to be relinquished without concern, consumed by the ego and the exchange of the self for the Platonic groom.
Oh how they have bastardized you, Christianized you and called you Christmas. The Hellenic hegemony is Homeric in it's epic. Westward origins affects our intuitive nature, at times running counter-clockwise to our reason centers, forever changed by the forward cadence of the Vergina Sun.