Occasionally someone, some extremely gifted someone, writes a concise sentence or two that crystallizes an idea on which I have expounded and pontificated and committed what would be a 3 foot high stack of single-spaced words upon words upon words, and never gotten closer to the goal than the "Occasionally Semi-Coherent" mark, and even then, obscured my point, myself and the occasional lurker with a severe case of Compulsive Reading Syndrome in a nebulous and rococo mazecloud of never-ending words and word wannabes, and then I see that paragraph, that luminescent and illuminating and accessible oh my! little sentence clump, perfect as a newbloomed rose at sunrise, and I just have to take a minute, and gaze at it in admiration, awe, and yes, not a little envy, before I set my nose sternly to the arduous task, and try my best to achieve my own personal unreachable star, of simply saying "Thank You."
Thank You for helping those of us Living With Brevity Impairment see how it looks written like we should have written it, but can only dream of, writing it.