Either I'm stoned, mellow, or stressed out from work, but this blue pen I'm holding in my hand right now is worth more than you. That's right, in my mind, the pen is something I can hold and write, while the stuff on BBS is pretty much nothing if you have the computer screen turned off. And....ahhh...damn medicine pills, yeah, this whole entire internet in reality is weak since nothing can come out of it and if I can't see the screen, it does not exist. None of you exist, only I exist cause I know I exist...wait, what whacked theorist said this?