After a spell of momentary bickering, we have decided to provide an introductory post by way of verse; a spot of epic poetry from Lucretius.

"Nature has no need of more, not golden figurines

Throughout the house, with lamps in their right hands to light

the scenes

Of nightly feasts and revelry, nor does nature require

A palace whose enamelled ceiling echoes to the lyre,

Glinting silver and gold, when people can as pleasantly pass

Their hours al fresco, sprawling out in groups on the soft grass

Beside a babbling brook, beneath a tall and shady tree,

Where they can merrily unwind and practically for free-

Especially on spring days when the weather smiles serene

And when the season sprinkles flowers all across the green."

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Enjoy. Discuss.

-WS