Pook!
Thy presence is sorely missed. We bid thee appear anon and grace us with a visitation. You are hereby summoned.
But soft! Do I hear a whirlwind in yon distance? Verily, it is the Pook manifesting out of the whirlwind. Wise sage, what advice utterest thou, that we might profit from thy benificent locution?
Pook looked not unkindly into my eyes and proclaimed, "Atom Smasher! Proclaim to these men and boys that my philosphy can be summed up in one, single word."
"What could that word be, thought Atom Smasher? Is it "Alpha"? Is it "Non-desperation"? Is it "Frame"?"
Thundered the mighty Pook from his jeweled throne, "The word is ACTION!"
With that, a mighty firestorm descended around Pook, enveloping him in a swirling maelstrom of flames and carrying him skyward.
"But Pook... Wither goest thou? To rub elbows with Euclid? To hobnob with Socrates?"
"Nay", came a thunderous but diminishing voice from within the vortex of fire, "I travel back to my goodly wife. She has stated that she shall wring my neck should I neglect to clean up the garage this day."
Atom Smasher arose and wiped the considerable dust and debris off his clothing and did the only thing that can be done after such an encounter. He cooked himself a hamburger. "Action", he thought...ACTION..."