What do you want me to say? I believe in moderation and cleaving to truth. I'm terrified that I have made irrevocable decisions in my past that will lead to being cast adrift in Samsara. I doubt all existential cures and diseases as egregores formed in consensus reality. We look for truth in the detritus like drunks searching for keys under street lamps. We have no reason to suppose truth is communicable, let alone that consciousness is a motive force rather than a mere side effect. Why even bother with any form of social validation?