There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
-- Robert W. Service
Don't let your mind wander -- it's too little to be let out alone.
This life is a test. It is only a test. Had this been an actual life, you
would have received further instructions as to what to do and where to go.
