Tim Grieve over at Salon.com highlighted the story of a German interviewer who asked George W. Bush last Friday to name the "most awful" and the "most wonderful" moments of his presidency so far. The president responded:

Bush: The most awful moment was September the 11th, 2001.

Reporter: The famous picture when somebody gave you the information?

Bush: Yes, that. I think, like all of us, it took a while for the -- it was more than a moment. It was the event and the aftermath. On a situation like that, it takes a period to understand exactly what was going on. When somebody says, America is under attack, and -- you've got to fully understand what that meant. And the information coming was haphazard at best for a while. We weren't sure if the State Department got hit. I'd heard the White House had got attacked. Of course, I was worried that -- my family was here. And so I would say the toughest moment of all was after the whole reality sunk in and I was trying to help the nation understand what was going on, and at the same time, be empathetic for those who had lost lives. The best moment was -- you know, I've had a lot of great moments. I don't know, it's hard to characterize the great moments. They've all been busy moments, by the way. I would say the best moment was when I caught a seven-and-a-half pound large-mouth bass on my lake.

I'm holding my seven-month old by his hands so that he's standing and he chants like a shaman using long syllables and song-like intonations that call down energy and power and he makes the sun set and the evening colors in the sky spread across the land and alight on the still snow-capped mountains. They turn pink like the salmon-colored roses blooming in his mother's garden but my mind can 't rest here in this pink land under a darkening violet sunset because the power behind my son 's sudden chants haunt me call up all my thoughts of the day and play them in the front of my mind like a dramatic movie and I think we say yes too easily, sounds absurd to even admit this, but yes, we say yes to anything that gives us meaning, something we can cheer about, anything that gives us the upper-hand the extra paycheck in the bank.

Koryphias is the Greek word for chorus, which originated from the Greek tragic drama. The role of the Chorus was primarily three-fold: summarize what the audience had just seen and heard; comment on major themes; and/or become an extension of the audience and react to what transpires on stage, which usually resulted in the audience following the lead. The Chorus, then, was paramount to the play and the playwright because it was the vehicle to disseminate the message the playwright intended the audience to learn and believe. My role at Lyssa Strada is a simile of the original Chorus,