Quix, don’t talk to me, k? You are one of those people who really think they can solve the mysteries of life and God...and you can not. Your attempts irk me. (Oh, and your false piety makes me throw up in my mouth a little.)
OK. Willing to comply.
Sorry I responded to your snark with snark.
Sorry you are ill etc.
I don’t think you have much of a clue about me.