I’d rather be out here letting other people convince themselves that they can see the future and letting them live in blissful righteousness than ever end up with any kind of Herman Cain style award where you have no clue about what is right or true, you just end up dying from parroting misinformation that you ended up wholeheartedly believing, then falling victim to your own bogus beliefs that you end up convincing yourself of, about yourself, or those around you, or other parts your relationship with your own environment and with nature. You could end up ignoring parts of yourself, or forgetting how to listen to what you know from intrinsic/intuitive reasoning but that you might not be able to expect yourself to be ready to easily explain yourself to others in every scenario you may encounter (in some cases people you encounter may hold strong attachments to the expectation of being able to find out (as many) broad understandings (as they can) about those around them in their personal lives/who they care about, who may end up, in some impromptu seeming instances, be primed to question decisions that they can perceive are [possibly] being made [by you] which they feel that they surely do not fully understand, but that they might wish to control the extent to which your decisions may end up affecting them (or, in some situations, simply their control over their relationship with you, to help themselves along their path, disregarding any aspect of your own identity, remembering details only in-so-far as it pertains to them and their wants/needs/desires which they may be inclined to rely upon or expect, should any such situation of reliance ever happen to arise). I think it is valuable to separate out those who are truly wishing me the best in all instances throughout the rest of my conscience experience, and those who may have an anxiety condition that they are not necessarily showing promising signs of being able to handle well (when deciding how much care or reassurances are required to slough at people when they start getting antsy about the concept of falling on the floor and dying at any moment being well above a zero percent chance for all of us at any moment, no matter what we might be able to do to see our demise coming or prepare accordingly for ensuring any and all possible long term prosperous futures for ourselves [and/or as many peoples’ as possible] by all of our actions in every moment throughout our whole chaotic and absurd sensations and the perceptions gleaned across our personal memories of our experiences falling continuously through spacetime