Plug in, plug out and jack in. Feed that sweet isk in to your viens. Clones are recloned, ships are destroyed, yet the ebs and flow of the great river of isk never recedes. Our salty lady, tragedy, is but brief protest, a pebble skipping across the river. Plug out. have a coffee. The river flows in your absence for only a moment. It has you, and it has me. We are only isk.