Thanks Brother Marcus for the support and psychological fuel that is a reciprocated arrangement between artistic spectrums, benefiting the phosphorescent  minds of the tireless sentinels who are mad to live, mad to love, mad to create, mad to discover, mad, mad, mad, mad ! the hours!, the long long hours! , this is where the battle is won, burning the midnight oil, the fight is won, long before we dance under those lights, out on the cold lonely bleak early morning road, one foot after the other, ''got to win my title back '', crunching gravel under the shoe, only counting the reps when they hurt, because that is when they count.