let go yeah, but wampeters come and wampeters go and our karasses we don't leave. Busy, busy, busy Bokonon tells us rightly. Always at work the schwartz is, is what Yoghourt would say.

just waxing and waning; and sometimes you need to open the door to feel it's waxing and waning ... like a tin, like a lead or like a feather.

so my neurons ticker: karass|feather|smalltalk|brian|archive|manual 72. but by searching the line for feather stroke i found following note written on the back:
as far as i can read it, it's my handwriting, so i can't, it says the following:

the moon of place of night.
if light is dark and dark is night
the moon of blace of night is blackhole
and the pride of race and thing is the bright of - can't read - ¿tr?
then my love is you is darkness of - can't read - + 1.

who ever can decipher that.
.. but i remember now where it comes from and it goes like that:
if ((light eq dark) && (dark eq light)
&& ($blaze_of_night{moon} == black_hole)
&& ($ravens_wing{bright} == $tin{bright})){
my $love = $you = $sin{darkness} + 1;
};

... and rising and sinking are not the only modes of movement in this beautiful universe we're moving in and about .... not even for the moon which reminds me of ...

Und der Wein wächst ungetrunken,
und die Geigen werd'n geschont.
Und der Mond wirft seine Funken
tief im Prater auf die Unken.
Und die Unken schaun versunken in den Mond

... now, ain't poetry a consolation and even better if set to music. thx.

ps: actually, somehow smalltalk was a foreign wampeter i could perceive and liked but never the wampeter of my karass.