Jono came over this evening and we stayed up till the wee hours playing songs and discussing what we believed. This is what I came up with in contrast to his Christian creed:
What I feel is right, what I know is wrong. Arte es vida, amor es dios.
I woke up on Xmas morning not to snow, but freezing rain. As the resident fire-builder, I immediately feared we would have no dry wood for a fire, grabbed the closest hat and coat, and went out to bring in the dry stuff at the bottom of the stack. Mom laughed and took my picture, saying I looked like an Hispanic Yankee Doodle.