Okay. The cynic in me is asking what's all the fuss about?
The dormant nationalist in me is wondering have we sufficiently forgiven and forgotten all the years of conflict to justify all the cap doffing, bowing and scraping, employment of public resources, disruption of day-to-day services and humunguous expense being incurred by a financially bust country?
The disinterested auld codger in me hasn't even looked at the live coverage, bar a few minutes when she left Aras an Uachtarain.
So there I am, minding my own business, pounding the roads of Kildare, the sun shining, the breeze mild and gentle, and RTE (the national radio station) broadcasting via my I-pod.
Five little words were enough to make me ask that immortal question.
Can one move on, redeem, forgive and forget, accept that times change, nations and people progress and mature?
As I listened to Queen Elizabeth 2 negotiate her cutglass vowels across the crusty roughness of my beloved native language, as the obviously practised piece(and it did sound as if she had concentrated on the pronounciation) of Irish came across the airwaves "A Uachtarain, agus a chairde" it was hard not to believe that no matter how deep the chasm between nations, anything is possible.
Even this hard bitten sceptic blinked back tears.
And that's saying something.