In other words, you sit in a corner hoping an invisible beardo in the sky will swoop down and saaaave your bacon, youknow, like people have been doing for 5000+ years of religion to no fucking avail. lol Good luck. Me I put my hopes in tangible reality such as for example a goodguys controlled military intel and the actors they prop up. but hey, dont let me hamper your mumbling mantras. Just dont forget to self-flagellate some more, do your 999 hosannas or whatever it is you mumble when hoping for an invisible saviour or two from a cloud and start wearing an end-of-the-world bodysign! I really mean it, it helps with the whole sitting in a corner thinking happy thoughts modus operandi. The guy upstairs sees all so hands on the blanket and no naughty thoughts this month ya hear!