We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
This song by Solomon is sung by a Jewish husband every Friday night (to their wife).
I am not at all religious,but sing this each Friday.
The translation above is a bit off, but the idea is there.
There is a corresponding prayer said over each child's head (cradling their faces) that god should shine his face upon them.