 Honestly, sometimes it feels like God is just like crapping on the whole world, doesn't it? And we're all just like dust in the wind, man. All we are is dust in the wind, dude. I know, right Phil? That's deep. Dust. Wind. Dude. That's some deep crap, man. That's what I'm talking about. Some deep crap. That's very deep. And I have no idea what it is. Maybe we're all like connected in some cosmic way, all part of one ever evolving, ever progressing divine dump. We are all one. And if the progressiveness we are presently experiencing continues at its current pace, this cosmic, universal, divine dump of ours is sure to soon exit the cosmic colon. I had a schedule. I hope that doesn't cause the divine cosmic universe any embarrassing problems. That was embarrassing, mostly for you, but hey, we can keep partying, right? But whatever, anyways. And I say, hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know. So we got that going for us. And he says, oh, there won't be any money, but when you die on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness, which is nice. So I got that going for me, which is nice.