If environmental issues and aggregate effect all pertain to one thing or another, the smothering affect a person may recover from lathering up with all this high and mighty rhetoric can take the stick tickling the backside of the up side in the whole shebang and rearrange it into a few words about can we all get along. I could write a song with a guitar and sit on the step for an hour singing about the doubtful reality that all we can see in a bushel basket is a casket for a tune. Someone singing somewhere is intoning the foaming realization that television stations don't carry much import when concerning a learning curve of energy conservation making swerving cars, perfect days and hurtling planets magic tricks and slight of hand. Man, it's tough to find a kind granule of sand big enough to sustain life, let alone a destructive if not wasteful one.