If we lost you and we're winning even moar, then it was functional attrition.
Bye.
Peace to you, gracious Anon.
We are laying up treasures in Heaven. Those who seek fame and fortune from these things have already been paid.
Your heart will not be able to contain the joy that awaits you. Your very wings are knit of the love of your kindred spirits. As are those of the ones you love.
This, we are.