I bet Albert Einstein stayed in on New Year's Eve..Walt Whitman & all those poetic drunkards too. All the literary decadents who pay homage to prudent & dry substances.Like the definition of the soul, or some perplexing scientific theory that's so complex, that even the rudiments are too advanced for the public norm. The point is, here I am, (by choice) soaking up significant matters of men past/present. What will you do for New Year's?

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