This is Herbert. He lives in the Mariana Trench. He is grumpy not because he is under 16000 psi, but because it is too dark for anyone to see his fantastic colors. He is fluorescent orange and hot pink, with royal blue appendages.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/ For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/ For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/ But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[T.S. Eliot]
This is Herbert. He lives in the Mariana Trench. He is grumpy not because he is under 16000 psi, but because it is too dark for anyone to see his fantastic colors. He is fluorescent orange and hot pink, with royal blue appendages.