I am a connoisseur of words, selecting this one over that, preferring, usually, the ones aged in constant use over this year's crop. I show my age and era: bad meant bad when I was young and good was opposite of bad. I still am up for something my younger friends are down with. But like them, I do not care if I end a sentence with with. Although I draw the line at doubling up a word for emphasis emphasis. In contrast to some teenaged girls, my claims upon a personal god are kept within my silent prayers — not chattered up in shopping malls. I do enjoy a Latinate embellishment at times, luxuriate in polysyllabic morphings now and then. But sturdy Anglo-Saxon words will do just fine for everything but obscurantist bureaucratese. Words are given that we might create, and having created we can say that we have lived, and having lived return in gratitude the life we have received when it is done.