Not that it came close… it’s not even worthy of a brief comparative.  There are words everywhere, here… in this office.  If I think of where I was five years ago, Sonoma Valley at that disaster of a winery, more wine factory, I never, not once, felt what I do here in this break room typing with my complimentary coffee.  What I write, right now, is compliment.  To this place, me being here, the coffee and the doors, my badge that I need to use to enter through certain doors, the guy training me.  Everything.  Everything here and everything I see and hear.