We are all one in the fluid of druid. The wormhole has produced a nest from which has hatched a lovely sylph in the formation of cloud smears, once toxic, once salvish. The laser probes have come and gone. We are left with the possibilities of friendly manual probing - the resultant culmination is asexual, is pragmatic in a curative sense. There is more to be said but not now. I promise to tell another tale in the later hours which will be early in terms of tomorrow. Until then, may we all delight in our examinations.