In fact we are a wonderful community of uni- and multicellular prize-winning fans of sound (including some deers, knights, dead parrots, holograms, former and future members of Pink Floyd and Steve Howe of Yes and Davros Howe of No). We were famous in the middle ages, but then some renegades started the whole masonry thing, so we were the second "most recommended by psychiatrists" organisation around London. We conquered space and prospered, but had to go into hiding during the World War Two and later adopted the identity of being fans of Pink Floyd, so that our Paranoid committee admitted that we can be safe now. This forum is the central of making plans on re-conquering the oceans. Welcome.

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In the womb, the baby thinks that it's the universe. And when the baby is born, there is a glimmer of light.
I was there, but now I am here. So there are two things - me and the universe. The universe is there for me.
Then what happens? Other people. But the universe is there for you. Now tell me what happened in the glade.
I did something to myself. Like entertainment, like music, like a daydream. There was nothing there and I saw something.
I saw his head on the bonnet of the car. You can say what you like but I saw the bird of paradise spread its wings.
DO YOU PLAY BRIDGE?