Dear Lovelorn: Thank you for asking about a similar dizzy predicament. The last time, I felt vertigo was when I "arised" in lop. Dizzying heights are not my forte, so I promptly fell out of lop. My hypothetical loper unfortunately was stranded at the stairway to heaven, sporting a pair of dark Rayban glasses and dangling midway contemplating whether to ascend or descend. Sire, I am not a thief of hearts and I did not break the commandmant, "Thou shall not steal". I swear, those hearts were planted and I was framed. I'm sorry the Pope cannot save you for he seems to be stranded between life and death, himself. Even the Lord is perplexed, especially after hearing George Bush's prayerful petitions for the holy pontiff. Yes, my love, a peacock feather it shall be... the pokey end ofcourse! Ok, I hide and you seek, but sire can you count to infinity before I succumb to your amorous advances? Oh Brave, Courageous and Foolish one, your (un)dying love has endeared me to your dilemma. Oh what shall I do now? As I look skyward, perplexed.... I await divine intervention. Oh when oh when will the clouds clear and sunshine seep into my platinum plated heart? You see I was cursed into a golden cage while the evil jinn has hidden the key to my heart. I beseech you do not waste your precious life for me; but if you must take, your yoga mat and kamandali to faroff Alaska and meditate upon the bindi glittering on my forehead. My Karke Nazar is better left alone. My only advice is your tigerskin wrap may not withstand the freezing temperatures of the Alaskan maidens. Goodbye my lovelorn, If ever I am free of this platinum heart, I promise I shall seek you out in the Arctic wilderness. Sincerely, Hypothetically regretful. :)