See!!! Kelvinminus, don't let the cold that creeps into your bones, take over your spirit.

You're beautiful!

Pity you can't enjoy it! Try. Start with the kids.

Go ahead, ask yourself, what aesthetic experience is there in this world that can make you happy just by seeing, or hearing, or seeing or feeling it?

Now, how much input do you really have in creating that beauty, probably not much? I wish I could choose the way in which I could pay back the universe for the pleasure I take out of it. I'd choose to be a handsome young stud, who could drive girls to ecstasy with a touch, as well as a world-class musician who could create songs of ineffable beauty to melt the hearts of the fans, and then I'd want to be Tiger Woods, and so on and so on; but I'm not, so I try instead to pay the world by helping a few people over their humps, and making my little grand-daughter laugh, and my sons feel that they don't have to meet life's challenges alone. It's not much, but I don't need a lot to make me happy.

Get it? I know why Oprah risks sounding like Pollyanna everyday as she tries to use her wealth to turn the world into one big girl scout cookie camp. I'm not knocking her, at all because I know what she's going for. She's going for the joy!

Once you've made it in this world and can have any material thing you want, you have to decide: do I go for the pride of more possessions, or the sensual pleasures of the body, or the adrenalin rush of adventure, or the power of leadership, or the satisfaction of showing others the way, or the simple pleasure of turning someone's life from misery to joy? None of these things are mutually exclusive. The real tragedy only comes when in going after the one you exclude the others. (I know food is the first and easiest pleasure, but try the other nipples, a little at a time. Don't give in to the urge to infantile regression that comes upon all of us at some time or another. No, I don't know you I'm just generalizing for others in your boat, by extrapolation.)

As for the pain; I've lived with pain for a large part of my life, my fault for the most part, showing off, reckless, careless, in that order, and then there's growing older; but the one thing that physical exercise has taught me, is that physical pain might be able to block some physical pleasure, but it cannot exclude a happiness born of the mental joys and satisfactions that come from achieving things, receiving things, and sharing in the joys of others ... whether they be family, team-mates, or the world. That's the gusto Oprah is going for. Can you blame her? Try it.