The elders get older
And yet they never die. The days fly by in a series of meetings and phone calls. Is this what it is like to be an adult? If, so I think I'll be a child. Maybe that's why I am here. This is a playground for the mind. For the subconcious to bleed over a bit. With some small feeling of release. Screw that.

The question is: Do we allow other elders into this council? The Mormon? The Badger? The Scot? Who shall join and who shall play? Who shall decide the former and the latter?

Speak.

Oh. And here is a link that has been scaring many parents.