I was traveling with a tailwind and the groundspeed felt like it was increasing. There was a feeling of calm and a blue shirt. The takeoff was stealthy, but then in a wave of furie, a memetic poetry was made. From a brain case to vapor that was right in front of me. I looked in amazement of how far we’ve gotten in such little time. As I neared, a warmth of Feels Good Man approached as I knew we’d stay clear, but then the rise of a token was born which made glory for thee. For memes were created and one can stand behind the memetic culture. Day in and day out memes for creation, memes for joy and humor in our sense of needed relief and release. Pepe’s arms suddenly reached out in the moment, almost as if forming a hug—but it was only a nod and a wink, ending in a smile. And perhaps a smile is all we need: as if you were there, and still are. In lore, in sadness, in journey, in humor, in relatability and connectedness.