The best love song about a mummy. 

We believe that clouds are unjustly maligned and that life would be immeasurably poorer without them. We pledge to fight 'blue-sky thinking' wherever we find it. Life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony all day.

The pursuit of official certainty has bred an epistemological uncertainty. I no longer worry that a game will swing on a bad call, but I constantly worry that I will end up cheering for a fiction.