Dear Brethren and Sisteren,
It is undeniable that the world is round.
There is not a question about the violins sound.
Through true knowledge the bryophyte is alive under snow.
To revive the Mother, once again, well I don't know.

How do we intend to make this thread last? How long will we endure?
How can we justify spending our days, dreaming up new manure?

Well I for one, am proud to say, I can bullshit just like the rest of you.
So from my place of (in)sanity,I will vow to stay 'till it's through.

With that said, I heard Khandu was somewhere over the tropics spreading the word about a giant river rat that could squeak in 20 different languages.