Sometimes I just think. About weird s***. Is the planet alive? Maybe. And if it is, maybe oil is the blood of the planet. And we are just the flea on the dog given the chance to live on the planet. And what do we do with that ability? We suck her blood! We are literally fleas on a dog it’s the dog is the planet. We are the flea. The dogs blood is oil! I think of the most twisted analogies at bedtime.