Product exchanged for commodity allows us to finally feed on spices. We weren't raised to have it this good, but growing up gives people the opportunity to eat and drink what their betters wouldn't buy for them. The greatest payment is the amount of time it takes to get what we wanted. There is a frame of wanting that makes my hands itch and bothers my breathing. I think it would be better to have less for and extended amount of time; that way when we sing of pretty pictures of ladies dancing we think less of our lack of dancing and more of the pretty ladies. It will be mystical before it becomes mythical and I want to show what I can do while it is called today. So I gave and I got in return. I traded up and in the ending times of change and exchange I traded out. Straight out of my body and I couldn't get back in. There should be a door and we shouldn't keep it locked.