There was this skit on SNL featuring a panel made up of the Cassiopeia galaxy, Dwight Yocum, Sy Safransky and Rochelle Hudson. The questions posed by these guests were taken from blogads.com and the first stumper centered on why buddhists differentiate craving and ignorance (something to do with the 4 noble truths). Safransky, whose Sun Magazine is to poignancy as zolpidem is to deep sleep, rankled Ms. Hudson by asking if she experienced precognition of Natalie Wood's death when she played her mother in Rebel Without a Cause (she denied it), then the camera zoomed to Mr. Yocum who was visibly flummoxed by Safransky's questioning a dead actress about a dead actress when it's so obvious that Cassiopeia doesn't begin to fit in the studio where this whole conversation was taking place. It was a hilarious skit, on the order of Louis C.K. gobbling & lapping the face of Kate McKinnon last week. In the circle of life no single group of Baudiliers can say it more simply than: "

"Violet from the first time I saw you I knew that I loved you. So to respect you and your wishes I will wait for you. And in the mean time I will comfort you as you wish." (I know this seems like it will never happen but hey neither do romantic movies!) " Thank you Duncan that is all I ask for." " I love you Violet." " I love you too, Duncan."

I relate to Duncan and that connection keeps me spilling my vessel here day after night. And I couldn't say it any better than this:

''He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there's another dog.'' Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)

Me? I'm a caveman.