As our transmutation from organic to machine occurs our search for a God-like figure is still comparative. In times of trauma, our desire is to know the unknown that unlocks our brains. We long for the Mountain of perception made of ruby eyeballs. In prayer and desperation, we long for comforts such as fresh food and a body that is attached to the body to the body. If we had bodies we could form the ruby eyeballs from the mountain, cash them in, and plant trees. It costs too much to correct the environment. Would you have us believe there is climate change? The rich have tax relief and can afford good respiration equipment while the masses cannot help themselves financially and thus die from the inhalation of dirty air.