Well, it's probably just me communicating from the spirit realm.
For example, I am amused to read about Hrauben Phyckre. Back --way way back-- in the day when I worked at MWCOG, big public meetings were always enlivened by the presence of The Phyckre and we lowly oar-pullers in the slave galley would enjoy the rabble being roused, or at least imagined as roused, by Phyckre.
I think I'd map my entire sense of existence enjoyment on the legend of reference to one person. One person can make my image of myself and where I live deflate and fall pancake-flat.
--Chucky Oxtrot, spiritually present but corporally absent.