It is easier to walk across the water than it is to withstand the burning at a stake. But this is mock religion an insensitive of an irrelevant imposition. I wonder do you know, the sounds we make with disappointing. Do we make the crashing cymbals clash when we throw it all out into the trash? I have a predisposition to laugh at the sentimental ways we let all fall out to be displayed. Isn't this a  monumental determination?. Like...