Poi is everywhere. In the gentle flaxen glow of morning grass, in the newborn infant’s joyous tear, in the radiant brightness of a sunset. It is that energy which gives life to all things, that allows us to live just long enough to contemplate its vastness and wonder. Even as I sit here now, in the stifling heat of a Summer’s afternoon, it flows; intangible, yet ever present. I implore you, my brothers and sisters: Return once more! Fight the malevolent forces seeking to usurp us!

The Book of Poi, Revelation 6:20-25

And there, beneath the hallowed spires of Xenia, I saw Maximus: He was risen, shining orange, and said this as I trembled below him: “Behold, you who have stayed true to my teachings. You alone who did not fall to the heresies of Enderism, Shrekism, and Cystianism are held above all else. But this I have against you: You did not tell others of the true faith, and instead worshipped in silence. So go out and preach to all who will listen, for truly I say to you: To those who understand, no explanation is needed, but to those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.

N.B Iced coffee is a godsend in British summertime.