In days to come, when the battles are over and the war is won, We'll all come together, we'll all be as one.

Looking back, in history's view, as clear as the day, the value of Q. Without the fable, the narrative view, of a select few people who stood up for you.

When legends are told of how it all happened, We were all there when Q dropped his clue.

Ridiculed and hated, we perservered through, Like good little froggies, with nothing to lose.

So in these dark days, when it hasn't quite happened, Look forward and backward with anons far and wide, and realise, for second, that you are all Q.