Last but not least, before I log off, I would like to share my favorite poem with everyone. I read a very sad news in the Baltimore Sun newspaper. It reports the death of one of my favorite poets, Octavio Paz. I've always wanted to meet Paz in person, hoping that maybe in my trip to Mexico I could go to meet him. But that's not possible now.... Paz, who won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1990, died Sunday night at age 84 after a long illness. Below is one of my favorite poem which written by Octavio Paz. BEYOND LOVE by Octavio Paz Everything threatens us: Time, that in living fragments severs what I have been from what I will become, as the machete splits the snake; awareness, transparency pierced through, the look blinded by seeing itself looking; words, gray gloves, mental dust on the grass, water, skin; our names, risen up between yourself and me, walls of emptiness no trumpet can shout down. Not dream, peopled with broken images, nor delirium and its prophetic foam, no, nor love with its teeth and claws, are enough. Beyond ourselves, on the frontier of being and becoming, a life more alive claims us. Outside, night breathes, and stretches, full of its great warm leaves, a war of mirrors: fruit, talons, eyes, leaf-age, backs that glisten, bodies that make their way through other bodies. Lie here stretched out on the shore of so much foam, of so much life unconscious and surrendered: you too belong to the night. Lie down, stretch out, you are whiteness and breathing, throb, star divided, drink and glass, bread that weighs down the scales on the side of daybreak, pause of the blood between now and measureless time. **** Borrow this phrase from eauy Toon, I have to borrow words from our cool ?Guy? and end it with ?I love you all?. **** Amp