dawg! when's your b'day?
You have to ask?
In the many myths spoken forth into age by millennia of astrologers, the point where the cantilever carrying every known chaotic, dysfunctional, opposing force in a delicate balance finally comes to zero windage, zero preload, zero fore or aft, zero rudder, zero over or under steer, zero predictability or expectation and makes the most brief, tangential contact with the fulcrum of all legacy that is perfectly stable and undaunted, irrevocable and fully filled in the universe was the instant I came to life. I will never again know such perfection as the moment of my birth.
(Uhm, if that was not clear - it's the middle of the middle of the middle)