You can't really question it. All you really do is sit there, flip through a few web pages, partake in small talk with mindless creatures about how one freak catches a leather ball of compressed air and throws it away; then you just continue to fill your noise void with bolus material just to secrete it out the back of you at the end of your planet's sunlight cycle. After that you watch a mesh cage of artificial light bulbs which color and shape the image of what appears to be another skin-bag enjoying the color show that is called a monitor. Humanity is not as blissful as it is described. If [i]any[/i]thing, I would much rather believe and have faith in a [i]fairy tale book world with angels, spirits, gods, titans, and all sorts of magical, divine beings--[/i] than live in [b]some insane world full of psychotic, borderline suicidal halfwits that get off on nitwits that are slightly better than them.[/b]-- Known as Earth.