This morning, I got up kind of early and the sun was shining through the window... *Cue sweet, almost sappy Pastoral music* ...straight onto the rosewood fingerboard of my lovely crappy beat up MIJ P-Bass.... I lay down on the floor and stared upwards at the gentle luminesence of the dark rippled wood, the gleaming frets and strings, the perfect geometry of the gracefully tapered neck... I love bass. *Weeps in joy* You love it too. Don't deny anything; just put down what you're doing and go and kiss your bass. Then, wipe off the harmful acidic spittle and relax in the warm peaceful ambience of knowing that you own a bass, which is without any doubt the highest plane of existence achievable in an uncaring world.