In the hustle and bustle of making a profit, it is sometimes easy to overlook the beauty that surrounds us.
Then, one day as you exit Jita IV, you look up from your manifest listings displayed on your P.A.D. and it stuns you into immobility. As other capsuleers scream at you over local to clear the departure lane, you lose yourself in the glory of it. As your collision alarm peeps insistently, you pull yourself reluctantly back to the task at hand. You warp away, but the image is burned into your soul forever.