oh, honk, honk! in the confetti-filled universe of ideas, guarded like a treasure under a rainbow, lies the colorful notion of communism, juggling the importance of not letting neglect paint its dreams in grayscale. isn't it wonderfully predispositional, like a clown's nose, to bounce back with optimism? my advice, with a squirt flower and a smile, is to always be ready to start again with joy in your heart and your intentions guarded by the hope of a circus tent filled with laughter and unity.