Trees of Green, Red Roses too

It's so easy to think that the world is a completely shit place. Look around a little, read the paper, flip one cycle through the five hundred channels of tv so bad as to be insulting. It's a given, pretty much: things suck.

But once in a while, beneath the reality tv and bad pop music and war and famine and cell phones ringing in church, you will find like a jewel in the haystack, that world in fact is a beautiful place. Sometimes you find it in a sunrise over the mountains, sometimes you find it in the music of Mozart, sometimes you find it in the eyes of your one true love--and sometimes you find it in the children's books section of the local Border's.

I am holding in my hands a copy of Green Eggs and Ham by Doctor Seuss. Actually, that's not quite right. I'm holding in my hands a copy of Virent Ova, Viret Perna a Doctore Seuss. That's Latin, my friends and dear ones, that's a copy of a Doctor Seuss classic translated into the language of Ovid, Caesar, and The Holy Mother Church.

If it gets any better than that, I don't wanna know about it. I couldn't deal.

Omni loco tuam pernam,
Semper ova tuam spernam.
Non mi placent, O Pincerna.
Virent ova, viret perna!