 If all of a sudden we kind of reach a point where we don't need God, and therefore, boy, when terrible things happen, instead of, well, that's part of life. No, everything's supposed to be good for me. I'm not supposed to have any problems. And as soon as I have any problem, well, then guess what? I'm going to complain. And you say, oh, geez, this is fair. That's not fair. It's like, wait, how would you have liked to live during the Civil War? How would you like to have lived during World War I? I mean, so...