The pandit approaches the stage, blue jacket, Red Stripe tie, and he's like, "Brothers and sisters, though we stray from home, wandering, we will always be by your side, at your side, and constantly with you, becoming less imaginary and more like an entity of actuality the further we take this combination of the new world elements. Prayers be for comrades in arms, fallen, forgotten, and dead as damned doornails. Sunlight glow of the hour burning grind. Total burn of the stove that won't turn off. Poisonous heat continuing to spiral in our pupils as we push forwards to the front of the @planes. Pardon my French to the pilot but we are not ourselves.