In that case, I need something else than a sip from the crystal-like and clear water foutain to declare our mantra. But when we reach our state of ultimate contemplation we can go into the highest ritual: I stand behind you, hands on your shoulder, you with your arms stretched out to the shoulders of a virtual person in front of you, we sweep the room slightly spastic and out of rythm, belting out " it's a given thing papahohoho papaaa..." while we spit out totally-worn-out-and-chewed-to-pieces guitarpicks.
