We might have a slight advantage in that respect since we've both won recently but Jeff knows how to win. I hit a lot of good putts that didn't go in today. I burned a lot of edges. I played solid and made very few mistakes with my swing. The good news is that I tried to aim at my foot and shoot it, but I missed it and still have a good chance to win.
Comparing what we're looking for misses the point. It's wanting to know that makes us matter. Otherwise we're going out the way we came in. That's why you can't believe in the afterlife, Valentine. Believe in the after, by all means, but not the life. Believe in God, the soul, the spirit, the infinite, believe in angels if you like, but not in the great celestial get-together for an exchange of views. If the answers are in the back of the book I can wait, but what a drag. Better to struggle on knowing that failure is final.
We were a very politically active family. My father was one of the first lawyers in South Africa to have a black partner, so I grew up very aware of the struggle going on. Coming from that background, it really gave me chills to have my music be a part of the election of the first black American president.