“When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!”
Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote

Our Bob,
Who art in Anoikis,
Wormholer be thy name.
Thy sleepers come,
Thy will be done,
In k-space as here in heaven.
Give us today a juicy static,
And forgive our poor sacrifices,
As we gank those that blob against us.
Lead us not into Ore sites,
But deliver us some gudfites,
For thine is the Wolf-Rayet, the Red Giant, and the Pulsar,
From downtime, to downtime.
Amen.