Well, to a scientist, maybe. Between the two a gulf of mutual incomprehension.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.
So I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance. The hurrieder I go, the behinder I get. Located near the Mississippi river and the Quad-Cities, Blue Grass was named by the local Indians and trappers in the 1800's. The town was originally a crossroads, and theory is the bent and trampled grass's blue hue yielded it's name. Consider smooth snaffles and gentle mullen mouths.