Even at my big age of fucking 30, I still pray to God, bro. Even though I blaspheme pretty often, and also I fly in the face of so much Christian tradition, I still love God, dog. And the reason I love God is because, you know, when the chips are down, and I am the darkness, and I am alone, it is nice to speak to someone who is listening. Like, it just is. I don't give a fuck what science says. I don't care what you're, you're fucking, you're defeater for God. I don't care, *****. I really don't care. Because at the end of the fucking day, bitch, when the fuck my rent is due, or the fuck I'm, I'm about to die. I almost fucking died, like, in a car accident. Like, for real, for real. I almost fucking died. I almost got hit by a fucking Mack truck. That shit actually did hit me, but I, like, I survived the fucking crash. It's a long story. My whole fucking point is that, in that moment, I wasn't, I wasn't going, oh, please, Milky Way, Andromeda, save me. Fuck no, *****. I was like, hey, God, Jesus fucking Christ, Lord on high, please rescue a fucking wretch like me. That's what the fuck I was saying. Fuck the bullshit. So, I mean, I don't know. Maybe it's just, it's like natural human psychology to want to think that there is structure in the universe. I don't know. I enjoy it. I'm a God enjoyer. I enjoy prayer and fucking, like, I enjoy praying and fucking, which are contradictory, I know, but it's like, you know. What are you going to say, like, if your fucking kitchen burst into flames and, like, the stove was on fire and there's a grease fire going, what the fuck are you going to say? Are you going to say, oh, Einstein, I cannot believe. No, you're going to go, Jesus fucking Christ. Oh, my God, my fucking house is on fire. Like, what else would I say? Suck my dick. I don't care.