I used to care about proper grammar– well vs. good I vs. me– but now, what does it matter? I know what you mean. There are already so many rules what shackles need to be on expression? None! Sometimes, when I hear birdsong in the morning it strikes me that I don’t know what they are saying, but I feel their happiness. That’s all we’re really after, isn’t it? To share with each other our heart’s fire be it sadness, or anger, or expounding joy.