My pet, "pursue", lost the battle. Time will eventually catch up with reality. Rey was here, before there happened a major eclipse of values. A pinch of honesty, a tablespoon of responsibility, a cup of tolerance and a drop of dignity. Past will naturally mix these ingredients. And tadaa, FATE.
A dish that will take a lifetime to dine. Maybe I'll wait for the reincarnation of Nostradamus. Perhaps, we can dine together in vision of Valhalla and yes, it will help in his Prophecies. Till then Earthlings, let's celebrate 21 December 2012. Pre-toast party, before our existence get literally toasted. Nah. Let FATE do the night walks. And we'll do the snoring.
