I didn’t want to blow everybody up. I wanted to be respected. Still, you can’t beg. They’ll respect you or not. They’ll like you or not. No point in obsessing. Some of us end up glowering from our tower with huge psychotic birds with whom we pretend to commune. Some of us don’t. You do all your living within your particular suit of wired flesh. Does that make sense? You basically do what you do. I mean, right? Is that—what is your view?