Here we are, after the end of all, waiting patiently for Waxweb to begin, kept company by our lonely  planète  of choice, which rotates nearby. The  planète , with and without a name at once, is well embedded in some scanning  hexagon , and probably within receiving distance of something, perhaps even a  télé , though it might even be a transmitter, which is the moral thing to do. To be. Here.     J'aime mes frères, et je crois en cela. C'est ça, le pouvoir de l'amour.