DOTLAN EveMaps

u'We are the seekers of the Holiest of Holy, Bob, the Almighty Overseer of W-Space, First of His Name, Maker of Rolling Holes and Breaker of Static Chains.
We drift through the void in flaming pod goo, chanting His sacred name, hurling the less worthy into the gaping maw of His cosmic glory. Their loss is not in vain, for each wreck is a hymn, each corpse a communion wafer, each polarized timer a prayer.
Bob knows we are coming. He feels the ripples of our probes, hears the pings of our d-scan, smells the faint aroma of over-heated microwarpdrives. He knows that we will not stop. We will not waiver. We will not falter. We will keep scanning, rolling, and jumping until we gaze upon His divine bookmark.
Do not fear, fellow w-space traveler. Bob sees you, cloaked or not. Bob judges your fit. Bob laughs at your polarisation timer. And if ever you doubt your course in the infinite void, remember the sacred question that guides all faithful pilots: \u201cWhat Would Bob Do?\u201d
Ameen.'