Will punch be served?

I'll make sure to wear my good murder vest. I mean tux....Totally meant tux.

You know if you're looking to spice up your boring and monotonous life, cults really aren't the way to go. It just makes you look crazy and that crap sticks to your reputation like glue.

Boosters, alcohol. pornography. All viable solutions.

Neither of this "solutions" shouldn't be applied to proper Caldari citizens.

Indeed, Diana, darling - there is only way to properly refresh Caldari citizens!

[A camera drone descends the flawless complexion of a muscular back, exposed by a citroen chiffon taffeta sequin strapless masterpiece - draped over, while clinging tenaciously to - a Senior Ni-Kunni Hostess First Class. She moves, with years of practice, in an elegant slow motion strut that highlights every bodacious curve of her meticulously developed body. Light and shadow flicker enigmatically along a corridor of impossibly tall narrow columns beneath a canopy of stained haze.

Somewhere distant, a choir sings; cherry blossoms float.

To either side of her statuesque body, bulging triceps betray the weight of the enormous golden platter the Hostess carries before her. On her right, a cherubic Junior Ni-Kunni Intern Third Class marches, somewhat gangly - albeit with a perky little bottom ("he's going to be a dancer, don't you know") - arms forward at the approved angle carrying a pillow on which rests something the drone cannot see.

In fact, the drone has become hypnotized by the fifteen foot citroen taffeta trail flowing behind the hostess like a river of molten sorbet. It shakes off the spell just in time to observe the Hostess lower her platter gracefully to an expansive marble table top, exposing just the right undercurvage of breast while making not even a sound as harsh metal comes to rest against harsh stone.

Two Deteis executives in grey business jackets over grey business shirts beneath an all business blond cut betray only slight concern as the adolescent Ni-Kunni Intern Third Class steps forward eagerly.

With an expression worthy of an ancient master, the Senior Ni-Kunni Hostess First Class extends her hand and lifts an iridium scale replica of a Thorax from the boy's pillow. Pressing the cool metal ship against her wrist, the Hostess adjusts its vibrating frequency until it is just so, and then inserts the ship into a priceless Kuan Dynasty Khanid urn.

A great deal of splashing follows.

The Hostess removes the scale model; the intern produces three priceless Han Dynasty Achuran mugs. Without hesitation, the Hostess pours three precisely equivalent servings, which are delivered reverently by the intern.]

"That is... surprisingly good tea," observes one executive.

After much trial and error, explains the Crone, wrapped head to toe in obsidian black taffeta sequins, we've learned that proper vibrations actually jiggle the tasty bits within the infusers to produce an amazing dispersion of flavor. Now, if we turn our attention to the executive summary...

[Three Senior Ni-Kunni Page Turners First Class place large leather bound tablets on the marble table in unison and open them to the appropriate page without blemishing the parchment inside.]

...you will notice that our field tests indicate the Harvestman Decimax Prototype most effectively curtails worker revolts. However, as you see there (yes, thank you, darling), productivity takes a significant hit relative to other motivational containment paradigms. However, we have found (thank you, darling, you have lovely hands) a light mixture of stimulants in factory air circulation apparatus offset this, nicely. Should Kaalakiota desire to maintain productivity in this way, I would be more than happy to connect the two of you with a lovely Thukker Sultana of Drop....

In this universe humans are divided and...

Shiver as you explore numerous veins of experience. Meditate on the beating throb of your heart. Cast aside delusions and fall upon the pleasure of your pain. Embrace and discover the seed that ignites your blood and transforms you from what you are into what you will be.

Rubbing her thumb ever so slightly on the model's dorsal spine, the Hostess conjures forth a bluish flame from the ship tip. Slowly, the fire seeps down the model's surfaces. Down, down, down the fires flow. Casually, the Hostess returns it to the silver bucket from whence it came. No sooner does the burning Thorax disappear than blue flame rises all sides of its receiving hangar.

Oh, yes...
Yes, yes yes!!
Burn gallentean things!
Yeeesssssss...

Zenariae, please carry on and ignore these haters. Your post was very interesting.

There will always be haters but light and darkness do mix. In the right combination they create luminosity.

Are you trying to re-invent optical physics, or are you just high?

I'm not an expert on physics, but I know it's laws don't change. I know something about optical illusions though, it's all smoke and mirrors.

Gosh, I'm no good at this. I know that all of these are words. They link nodes in a semantic web! But I can't make any sort of sense out of the walk path. I'm really not cut out for physics, I think.

I'll start by identifying the haters and putting a mark on them to rid myself of their disease.