:::::::I think I'm going to write a memoir called "Journal of the Non-Blocked Years": Chapter one: "Day five. Still not blocked. I trusted the validity of what Tao said because he was so wise and backed up whatever he said with evidence. Maybe his threats were all empty after all, diary. But maybe one day they'll come. Maybe one day they'll put me out of my misery. If there is a 'they.'" "Whoa" is about the equivilent of your mental processes, you dumb bastard.