. >> if i had to choose a poem, i would be iw h orton, the one which mentions the fall of icarus wheree figure falling into the sea. the old masters understood suffering well he said, how it takes place while someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking along. everything turns away, walks away, they are oblivious practically to the disaster, the pain of someone's life almost never touches someone else. almost no one cares for the wounds of others. the english poem references a painting. the flemish painting, a greek myth and the greek myth, who knows what, i am by the window waiting for icarus to fall. i would get a good view from here as the clouds float northward, soft, datafile without a care in the world. if he falls, his wings will hit the roof. there are danger in the power lines. if we were to join in everyone suffering, life would be impossible. but i am waiting for icarus and i am going to help. i will collect the pieces of his broken wings and give him shelter when he falls the way i fell like a chicken. thank you. [applause] are there any questions. >> if you h