But Soft

What light from yonder unidentifyable object breaks? That is the question. Bearing some slings and some arrows in the face of over-accessorized fortune seems the most glamorous approach. Which is also taking arm against all manner of bullshit by the very savage whimsy of your savior faire. For love is not love that alters where it alteration of space/time finds. We're bursting out on the cosmic level because it's really a joy ride, which is the measure of its purity. It's thrills out there, the harp's dewdrops hurling across the starry expanse of night. Flying, flaming stuff makes for a bracing trip, but that's part of the attraction. As stated elsewhere, this could result in dance or hilarity. That mostly depends upon a person's coordination and flexibility. Particularly if humor is to be employed. Hopefully it's not all for the Voodoo Donuts. That ever remains a possibility, though, and we don't eat donuts any more. Who can remember all of those coded messages? There were many Shwarzenengegger quotes, if memory serves at all.