the magical fingers of minerva reach out to touch thine head the karma which turns into nothing who happens once again the cerebrum wit spirals in your sad but exuberated brain hare krishna undemented grasps your lifeless soul simultaneously but out of time you never reach your goal you climb until the time has come for you to go electric beams of candlelight will light up every day bright new lights of antiquity will show you what to say so laugh my friend whoa yet to may