There ya go, Winman. Wait, here's another one: . . . . Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on . . . . Oh! and another one: . . . . Be ye, therefore, perfect . . . . Is there a day—NO, a second—that goes by where you are in harmony with those commands? Even if you really think you are, I'm banking on the fact your not foolish enough to openly assert it.