The Captain’s great equator – the worst debater but best relater to the ridiculousness of suspicion and requisition of happiness as it applies to our eyes. Analyze while you size, and realize that even God cries; all it takes is the space for mistakes to take place so the true base comes face to face with the nonsensical race (and its illegal pace). But return with your eagle, your strength and percieved will, your dirty relieved sell, and you’ll succeed and you’ll do it well. Until then, we’ll pretend to resend the end part of the bend till it can fend for itself. Peace.