The Babylon project was our last best hope for peace. A self-contained world five miles long, located in neutral territory. A place of commerce and diplomacy for a quarter of a million humans and aliens. A shining beacon in space, all alone in the night. It was the dawn of the third age of mankind, the year the great war came upon us all. This is the story of the last of the Babylon stations. The year is 2259, the name of the place is Babylon 5. (John Sheridan: Babylon 5: Season 2: The Coming of Shadows)
Reading the last 25 pages, you all are unworthy of walking in the bright light of your sub-goddess.
But it's mirroring exactly what was happening inside of me watching it. In the end I decided, I would apply for a patent: Whining for Victory. It worked.
But it could have been my sisters puppy, who came to me, when Angie was 1-4 down, laid his head on my hand and fell asleep.
So maybe you all have to praise Django the Frenchie.