I went to a meeting about waking up. Ironically, I was sleepy from not sleeping much the previous night. However, some of the people there seemed even less awake than I was, not to toot my own horn. They were mired in the energy their apparent enemies suffered from: divisiveness. Gently as I could, I warned about the danger of using the word "they". They retorted with a more vehement indictment of the they. And here I am talking about them. How much irony can one endure in a night? Well it was Santa Cruz after all.