Ours is an object-centred culture. We just love objects, they determine the value of subjects. That is why love and affection are measured in objects, most notably at Christmas. Would you rather draw pictures for each other? Well, why not?

To make matters worse, we have to constantly express assent and satisfaction using the same expressions over and over. This is a dead end of communication. Christmas has come to denote a witnessing of consumer choice. If someone chooses well, he both knows you well and knows where to find stuff. Marry them, unless they are first degree relatives.

Lastly, let us ponder the semantic juxtaposition of cock – male chicken, rooster -and cock – male, erm, procreative instrument. Is there not wisdom in it? Don't the two look alike, crow alike, behave alike? Risin early, looking ugly, getting in the way of dreams? What do people do with roosters when they get old? Let us shrink from the sad truth.

Ours is an object-centred culture. We just love objects, they determine the value of subjects. That is why love and affection are measured in objects, most notably at Christmas. Would you rather draw pictures for each other? Well, why not?

To make matters worse, we have to constantly express assent and satisfaction using the same expressions over and over. This is a dead end of communication. Christmas has come to denote a witnessing of consumer choice. If someone chooses well, he both knows you well and knows where to find stuff. Marry them, unless they are first degree relatives.

Lastly, let us ponder the semantic juxtaposition of cock – male chicken, rooster -and cock – male, erm, procreative instrument. Is there not wisdom in it? Don't the two look alike, crow alike, behave alike? Risin early, looking ugly, getting in the way of dreams? What do people do with roosters when they get old? Let us shrink from the sad truth.