Fun, joy, life matters. Our ancestors understood that and gave thanks for each year they survived. The Feast of Celebration has never been just a party for me- it's also been a time of gratitude and reflection. I've been sitting here for the past few hours trying to write the public invitation to this year's feast- trying to think of the right words to express how I feel about the meaning of it. But I could only come up with this:
Poetry, I guess, is more Londo's talent.