Walt Whitman, on EVE

When I heard the learn’d pilot,
When the strategies, the fittings, were ranged in blogs before me,
When I was shown the killboards and forums posts, to rage, troll, and laugh at them,
When I sitting heard the pvper where he lectured with much applause on the interwebs,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till undocking and flying out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical Amarrian night, and from time to time,
Look’d around in perfect silence at the stars.