I wuv you. I wuv you all, you cut little fluffy bunnies, every one of you iron modarrz. We shall all sit together and think of rainbows and kittens, and then sing Bob Dylan together... or listen to Yanni. The world shall be one, and we shall be one with the world, and with the code... our creative endeavors will reach exquisite peaks of aesthetic success and devastatingly low valleys of mangled opcodes. There will be books written of this, nay... there shall be poems dedicated to the free flow of love and friendship in this endeavor, as we push to reach new pantheonic status and free ourselves from the icy cold chains of mundane reality.
Feel the love, the comeradeship, and join our collective non-competitive modfest with an open heart and an empty brain, as we hear the immortal words of the Chairman, "Allez Mod!"
(Is it ok to join the fray under the influence of very heavy vicodin generics? 'cause i be chillin'.)