Somewhere between the loaf pure laziness and the making up for it at breakneck speed is the pace we need to set for our lives, or for a particular agenda item within our lives, as it varies minute to minute. Not profound, not new, just daily work to chop up - cuz for those sentinel moments - she's looking for a god, bro; and you're looking for loyalty which can't be bought. Your approach: not too obvious, too cocky, or too contrived. Her response, once she ("grin, I'm in, game begins") responds positively, it's up to you to fill in the blanks. And I mean this figuratively and literally for the grown and sexy - let's not discount the obvious need for chemistry. Today's Math: 7-27: God-Wisdom-God; or god-Wisdom-God. We think we can play God until someone chops us down to size, whether it's your man shitting on your dreams in the cipher, or a new, pristine young lady, telling you how she's got a man already. Then we wish we had the