Oh Celstial, Goddess of our skies. You cannot be sick. You are the purity that we cling to in our daily lives. The smile that brings us up, the sweet quiet laugh that chimes in our ear, the subtle jibe and joke that brings the smile out when we are facing adversity. Do not despair sweet Goddess. Even if we here turn out to be mythical creations of your fevered state, we are here to care.