The crumbs are messages
We read the messages
They are facts
The messenger, Q is a LARP
He is not important
Facts are important
They are in the crumbs
And they are on websites all over the web
We search
We hunt
We investigate
We do not follow
Because we do not know where we are going
Or what the road is to get there
We are the explorers
The surveyors of unknown territories
We are the builders of the roads
We are the drawers of the maps
We do the work
Ourselves
By the sweat of our brows
Call us Q tracers if you will
But not followers
YOU are the followers
You see our tracers glowing
As they race through the jungle of information
You follow our bright sparks
We light the way
We are the Q tracers
Turning DARKNESS into LIGHT