This is the hope of humanity — the wonder-pants. It IS the number 42. It is tight, snug, soft and cozy— wait, I’m not publishing an advert, it is from an ethereal weaver, hauled down from the ultimate ages.
I’m feeling warm in it. It snuggles me; it really is friendly. As I wear it anew, I feel I can forget the whole world and think on the comforts of this piece of heavenly pelt. Humanity merely needs to wish the eternity of the elastic fibers.
Things Adil Writes 