In a thousand years time when the ice caps melt, the poles reverse or some other global catastrophe occurs an archaeologist will find a lone print out of this post. With no real context to go on and hazy written records storm Ciara will be acknowledged as a Goddess that was heralded by your wives flatulence and is now seated next to Hera and Freya in the pantheon of the Gods. (Or at least I hope that you’ve started a new faith through this post sir)